It was Saturday night here and the despite four motorcycles parked outside, we still decided to venture into this madhouse for a beverage. Ran into the usual sterotypes inside this local bar including the stumbling, old grey-haired biker with a ponytail and bandanna securely on head. Nobody looked out of control yet since it was only 10pm and the band was just an average cover band, who did not do a good version of 9675309. All tables and seats were full, so we enjoyed our brews standing in a tight spot near the swinging kitchen door. Probably unless you live closeby, you will likely never find yourself here and you will still sleep well at night. Also the TV sets look like they were leftover from the 80's.