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| - I found this bar, not even sure how, I think I was looking up reviews for Zombie bar, turned out this little gem is right in my oh so classy back yard.
This became my "comfort food" sort of spot. I frequently stop by here on my way home from work after a later shift, so I don't feel especially guilty on missing out on family time with two snoozing kids.
What I like is it's huge, empty bar, lonesome pool table is available 9/10 times I visit and their garlic fries are like the nectar of the gods, as far as fries go. Greasy, pungent, divine nectar. I gladly skip a meal so I can enjoy these and while I love Gordon Biersch's garlic fries, they are only a distant, herbed second.
The spaciousness provides for lack of stale ashtray feel, even though smokers a-plenty. Lighting is just right.
The hiccups are bathrooms- em, did we run out of money during remodel? Oh ya, we did. And draft selection- you've got Tenaya up the street, must Blue Moon with the world's largest hunk of citrus rind be my only hef-y option? No gripes otherwise, keep it up!
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