My friends and I stopped into this place called Tommy's in Pawtucket; after having gone to a Pawtucket Red Sox game. We are from out of state and were flagged down, by some guy to park, in an adjacent, local lot. He recommended the place and said it was a sports bar, restaurant, and club. Being from out of town, we thought this was a good deal, for a few bucks. He said we could get free admission after the game, with our ticket stubs. After the game, we found out that the stadium does not charge for parking and that this clown is not a stadium employee and had lied and scammed us. Our car was safe and we did not make a stink over a few bucks and some guy who disappeared. We went into this Tommy's for a drink and to let the traffic pass. The place was kind of dead for a Friday night and there was a DJ that look like he was high on some chemical. There were odd and shady characters through out. The men's room leaked with smelly urine, on the floor. Some folks were playing pool and some, coming and going, frequently.There were people in a cage-like area smoking, like animals in a zoo. Their mouths were foul and they sounded uneducated. They sure knew how to drink and smoke, if anything. We saw a couple of girls that looked like they were passed their hey day. Apparently these were the leech whor3s that hung around this place. They seemed to know or have slept with everyone. One was a skinny and piggishly dressed blond. Her hair style is totally from 1983 and full of hair spray. I just can't think of any salon that would offer such hair style, in this day and time.These girls were slurping their poisons and had no business dressing like they once did. Dirty looking wh0res are one thing, but old dirty looking wh0res???? Even nastier!As we were trying to finish our beers to leave, we kept getting pestered by people wanting to "borrow" cigarettes. As if we'd get them back, right? Can't they bring their own smokes?Finally, an old grandfather aged man comes in. He was cocky and wore a tight spandex shirt. His hair looked fake and he acted like he owned the place. Those $luts gave him a hug and a kiss as a sign of familiarity. This old f@ck bragged about his work out, checked a few things, and left. Apparently he runs the bar. We are not sure if he pimps out those $luts, but I would not doubt it. The venue is old and full of addict looking zombies. We never seen a place so full of so many losers, before, since once finding, another bar called the MVP. Both were in Pawtucket and we found them both, somehow. Is this what Pawtucket has for nightlife?Not sure if we will ever return to this city. FREAKY!They also mentioned the menu, which is all microwaved snacks. Apparently this is what these people eat.