At Least We Didn't Get Food Poisoning!
That's about all I have to say about this experience. We stopped here on a Friday night for a bite to eat since we were in the area. Clearly this is a locals hangout and we are not locals!
What struck me about this place was that they're suffering from an identity crisis. Here are a couple of examples:
1) Stripper pole on the bar! Seriously, it's on the left hand side of the bar.
2) Go go Dancer Stage box in the middle of the restaurant surrounded by tables for diners?
3) Pool table in one corner and a DJ Booth in another. What's going on here?
4) Nebraska Cornhuskers Signage suggests it's a Huskers Bar which is fine but what's with the Chargers stuff mixed with Cardinals? Which one is it?
5) "Norm" posted up at a hightop bar table downing a large draft beer but barely able to keep from falling over. Clearly everyone knows this guy and no one is concerned that he can barely stay upright let alone the fact that he's talking to himself most of the time.
The food was iffy at best. Wings were good. I ordered the Chicken Philly Cheesesteak and I'm pretty sure they used Ground Chicken Meat. GROSS!
We will never, ever, return to this place but I'm pretty sure they won't miss my business. The locals have this one covered!