I don't go to Mission Hill Saloon nearly often enough, but after reading about the mayhem that goes down there on tastr, I'm tempted to change my ways:

Tonight at the Saloon, a man of many addictions with a bike seat necklace, walked into the bar and demanded a drink. When denied, he turned around and promptly downed a shot of hot wax from the candle nearest him. He stared everyone deep into their eyes and walked out. Wtf?

And if that isn't enough insanity for you, be sure to read up on their Buffalo Trace / Session Lager drink special.