We could probably tell you every bar inside the loop that serves Miller High Life, the champagne of beers. We're happy to report that Saint Dane's (502 Elgin) is one of these bars. But it also serves shots in plastic cups, which is a personal peeve of ours. We mean, is this a frat party? Well, actually it might have been.

Last Wednesday we went into this bar and grill to get a cold beer, a burger and watch the Rockets game. Saint Dane's sounded as good as anyplace. It has a pretty good array of greasy bar food, including this sandwich called the heart attack wrap: ground beef, onion rings, french fries, shredded cheese, and cream gravy all wrapped up in a flour tortilla. Shouldn't that be called a heart attack burrito?

Unfortunately, the service was so bad that in between High Lifes, which took about 30 minutes to get, we had plenty of opportunity to stare at the waitresses' thongs sticking out of the back of their low-rider jeans. It wasn't just one -- a lot of them were doing it. We suddenly realized we were in douchebag heaven.

There was really loud, but bad metal pouring out of the satellite radio, Spike TV on half of the six big screens, and guys high-fiving each other. Which explained why the waitresses were ignoring us. After we scarfed down the heart attack, we ate half of an order of fried Oreos. Then the waitress informed us that the bar was out of Miller High Life. Well, that's one way to get rid of us.