"You're not taking us to some hipster bar, are you?" my friends muttered after we parked the car in the tiny back lot.
"NO! Of course not," I said right before I walked through the door and was greeted by four men staring at me though thick rimmed glasses and beards most barbarians would envy.
In my defense, I had't been to Shady's in more than a year, and I didn't remember much about the last time I was there.
The drink menu is, well, a drink menu. I like it the most for its atmosphere--the CD jukebox complete with The National and a pool table.
If I lived closer, I'd go here more often. For now, it's just another chill place to go when I want to play pool.