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| - Boy-o, have I've put in some good hours here at The Half Moon, particularly because many of my friends-slash-footie-teammates are servers, bartenders, and managers and insist that we drink their booze whilst we watch them work, i suppose.
Inevitably, this ends up as a free-for-all alcohol orgy that will always involve several Mechiladas (they will make em for you if you write the recipe down on a napkin with the special, final ingredient being "lots of love" as a reminder not to forget the extra love that goes into a perfect Mechi), some chick-shots that sadly include Red Bull and something else equally garish so that it tastes like almost-flat Squirt, a death swig of Wild Turkey out of the fanciest slingback shoe in the group (If you do two consecutively, we call it a "Bingo-Bango"), several double-tall Vodka/Soda/Lemons, 250 Parliament Ultra Light cigarettes, and a single Chicken Caesar Wrap.
By this time, I am usually craning my neck to see the HM's awkwardly placed LCD screens and drunkenly rambling very loudly about how "Tim Duncan can suck my cock" (2005), or how "Nowitzki can suck my cock" (2006), or how "I wish I had multiple cocks so the whole city of San Antonio can suck my cocks and then beat David Stern with them about the neck and chest until he begged for clemency from my multiple cock beat-down" (2007).
Anyway, this location is a decent spot for some casual game-watching, but IMO, not for the nexus of critical game watching, like your alma mater playing your sister-kissin rivals from that fucktarded state to the (east/west/south/north). My buddies and I particularly like catching the US Men's National (soccer) Team here -- once they even put it on the Mexican Channel to enhance the excitement! Later arriving patrons seemed very cautious and confused upon entry, but felt the Sunday mechilada love as we put a "Dos-a-uno" mudholing on 'El Pinche Tri' (Mexican MNT). The staff here is friendly enough to put it on any channel you'd like too -- I've had to specially request the Titans game on a few occasions (why the fuck doesn't anyone like to watch Tennessee, anyway?) without any kind of eye-rolling despair from the bartenders/servers.
Its also surprisingly entertaining as a pre-bars destination or even before that for Happy Hour. The mood is more "lounge" than "sports bar"
One thing I always thought was unusual, however, was the lack of taps. I mean, there is no draft beer at all. And their Mexican Beer selection could use a little upgrading from the college selections (Corona, Dos XX) to the big boys (Negra Modelo, Bohemia).
Otherwise, this is a pretty cool bar in a typically stuffy part of town.
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