Bizarre because for a start although it says it opens at 6 p.m. if you turn up at an hour later you might be lucky enough that someone's opened the door. The real problem though is if you want to eat. Ask at 7 p.m. for food--and their menu stretches to pizza--and the young lady behind the bar in between drags on her butt says you can eat at 9 p.m., when the short order guy gets in.
So you place your order at 9 p.m., having lost several times at pool and consumed several pitchers of Heineken. The pizza however doesn't arrive until 10:30 p.m. By which time you're hammered enough to have given up all thoughts of complaining and just gratefully sink into the gooey pepperoni pizza as if it were your last meal before the dawn firing squad.
Moral of the tale: Eat first before you drink at Monk's, I guess, or don't drink at all. (Stephen Dark)