It was my kind of bar - some of the reviewers actually mentioned me, I somewhat personified the fucking place. Here is a cut n paste of a typical review:
Trashy Rhoda's! Good riddance to this piece of shit. Every time I visit my fiancé, who lives within a 5 minute walk of this crack den, we have been forced to walk in front of it, whether going to or coming from one of the restaurants or bars in Hillcrest or on 30th and University. Be it late at night or in broad daylight, there are always unsavory characters in front of it. Without fail, there is vomit on the sidewalk, piss and shit outside the entrance, shards of broken glass in the doorway, and things that look suspiciously like needles littering the immediate area. Oh, don't forget the hordes of unwashed miscreants lingering in the doorway, either fighting with each other, passed out, stumbling drunk across University, or leering and catcalling at anyone with ovaries. Our nostrils were constantly assaulted with the stench of burning flesh, old cigarettes, cheap beer, and stale urine. I am certain that there are STIs that have not been discovered, lurking on the seats inside. No amount of bleach can help this sad, infected outhouse. One would need a hazmat suit to escape, if trapped inside. Bye, Rhoda's, you will not be missed!
That was me she was talking about, RE miscreants hanging out in the doorway.
Now I spend most of my time at Alibi or Merrow. Well, no, actually I spend most of my time in my little apartment, but when I go out, those are my two favorite bars. I would like to have my old bars where you could puke on the floor without being 86'd, but they're gone. These two are a decent substitute.