BB was the first place we stopped as we walked that beach mid afetrnoon one Negril reach. I remember the service being horrid...almost non-existant. That was disappointing but not the basis for a strange vibe. The guy behind the bar just didn't seem glad to see us and his bad service reflected that. Didn't stay there long that day. Plenty of other very hospitible places to visit with great service.
Later that trip we went back in the early after dinner evening. Had some and beers hung with the locals. There was a mix of locals and tourists but more locals than tourists. There was a local named Dave there. Pretty nice fellow but was relentless in his efforts to get me to buy him a beer and to purchase kaya. I eventually did both just to get him off my back.
On another day we stopped there about midnight. The music was loud, the strobe lights were in full bloom and most of the people on the dance floor, including Dave, were strangely zombie like. Not sure what kinda drug does that but it wasn't alcohol or ganja. Got that gut feeling that things just aren't right here. Left, never to return.