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| - If you like hiking, the valley is a great place for you. And you'll have to hike, as the Winking Lizard parking lot only holds a few dozen cars, and a few of those cars appear not to have budged since the place was the Peninsula Night Club during the Crimean War. The parking math simply does not add up. Factor in all the private parking surrounding Hunkerville and you'll more than likely end up just staying home rather than risk the merry-go-round search for a place that's legal.
Once you do make it inside, it has that abandoned warehouse feel: sticky floors, kitch-y decor, a half dozen "employees" loitering about. Our server was great, which explains the second star, but the noise level is such that you'll be inches from her ear and have the following exchange:
"Do you have a wheat beer?"
"Yes we have a Murfle-Burfle-Purfle that is a white beer."
So I get one of those ghost-like beers that tastes like someone filled last night's beer glass with lemonade, rather than what I had tried to order. The food wasn't especially horrible, which is faint praise; I had perch that may just have come from the Kah-Hooga just across the tracks, and downstream of Akron's toilet brush. The beer selection must be the draw; the place was and probably always is packed with shouting people. (If I were of dating age and status, this is where I would go if I either had nothing to say to my date, or merely wanted to pretend I was listening while watching one of the seven hundred huge tee-vees hanging from every available rafter.)
I suppose they'll keep everything just as it is; a full house is the only review most bar owners read. I can't recommend this dump.
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