#stefon

Run by a woman named Gloria wearing a Hillary Clinton-Approved pantsuit, it’s the only place in town you can crack a cold one with your attending after a mass casualty event. Don't be thrown off when you're greeted at the door by a woman in handcuffs calling you a fruitcake – you’re in the right place.

This place has everything: Trauma, egg salad, pig tail catheters, sad boys, unsupervised REBOA’s, a neurodivergent queen, The Kraken, doctors bumming Librium, antivaxxers, a non-practicing-Jewish man dime, a flight risk war medic,  and a roof perfect for diving off of. It’ll make you finally stop asking, “are all doctors supposed to be that fuckable?”