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| - I came here on a Thursday night a few weeks ago, and had a pretty good time. My friends suggested we do dinner here, which is more like taking advantage of the specials of the day than sitting down for a true "meal."
My husband and his friend got the super-cheap wings ($0.30 with a six-wing minimum) and they found them pretty hearty and the sauce adequately spicy.
I opted for something a little more sandwichy, and got the "Best Grilled Cheese Ever" with Chicken. I definitely didn't think it was the best grilled cheese ever, but not because it didn't taste good. Rather, you sorta want the best grilled cheese ever to remind you, at least in some way, of the wonder-bread sandwich soaked in butter with Kraft singles oozing out the sides. This was more like a wannabe "gourmet" variation, on rosemary ciabatta with mozzarella and tomato pesto. It was good, especially with the chicken, but it wasn't..."Cruncheweesy," if ya know what I mean. Yeah, I totally stole that from the Taco Bell commercial.
The jukebox was my favorite part of this place. They seemed to have a '90s alternative thing going, making me think it might not have been a jukebox but a satellite radio station or even Pandora. (By the way, if I could rate Pandora on Yelp, I'd give it 10 million stars.) They also have Blue Moon on tap--a plus for me, given my penchant for wheat beer--but it kinda tasted funny. I didn't order another, despite the low price tag.
But still, when it comes to bar food and a low-key, grungy atmosphere, this place was pretty good. However, they don't seem to really know if they want to be a bar or a restaurant, because when we sat at a high table (I hate those, btw) near the bar, with expectant "we're going to order food" looks on our faces, we got ignored until one of us actually went up to the bar and requested menus. It's like, "We'll be a restaurant, but only if you beg us."
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