I hope they come with their pickets and messages of hate and encounter a massive horde of Slayer fans when they get there. And then, when the counterprotest begins, I hope the cops turn a blind eye and let the Slayer fans do what they will.
I first looked over the edge and chickened out at Corbet's in 1984. The next two years, I blamed chickening out on the poor conditions, which were also to blame when I chickened out in 1991, 1992, 2000 and 2005.
The enormous, light-filled, multi-level warehouse has a lot to offer: there's the Probat roaster in the front, and the back has a large poured-concrete oval bar, with two sides that will be able to caffeinate your sleepy self.