I think the years of spilled drinks had it glued to the floor. The new one seems to be slipping. I had planned to anchor it under the sofa, yesterday after the show, but I totally forgot.
My brother and his girlfriend told me later that they couldn't figure out why I took then to the Red Bar with its broken and duck taped furniture, goofy decor, and limited menu on the chalkboards.
After the food arrived, their question had been answered.
When we go there, we aim for the patio, weather-permitting, or a booth by the bar because we find it to be painfully loud in the main dining area when a band is playing.