Trader Todd's Open Mic Night

Wednesday night, 6PM sharp—Devin Glass takes the mic like a lounge act reimagined by Hemingway, wrangling open mic comedy from the unhinged, the brilliant, and the heartbreakingly Midwestern. The scent of tiki glaze and pizza lingers as jokes fly looser than the rum pours, each set a high-wire act performed over a sea of pineapple-laden applause. It’s not polished, it’s not perfect—but neither was Sinatra, and he never had to follow a guy named Donny who only tells jokes about his ex-wife’s cat.