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Ah yes, stay classy Coach House. On second thought.. Don't, I love you the way you are. "NO FIREARMS" sign at the entrance and all.
For the most part that's the sort of conversation you'll get into when you're at the Coach House. And to be honest, I'm not even sure how we got to that point. But man, oh man, that's the sort of thing I love about road trips and visiting random watering holes like the Coach House.
You'll also wonder what is up with the over load of Christmas decorations they have going on here. But you know what, that's perfectly fine. It does sort of make the place look glittery and oh so special. Which I'm sure adds in after you've had one too many and start tripping on the sparkling stuff above you.
The parking is pretty simple, it's a large dirt plot of land in the middle of what I would consider the classier part of town. Once you go in, after they give you a strange look for having an out of state drivers license, you'll discover a very bright world that has a lot of tensile hanging from the ceiling as I've already touched on.
Beer prices were pretty damn cheap. And really, it's all about the conversations and the people you come across. Not to mention that they have Pin Ball machines! The inside is a little cramp but you have a lot of space outside. Which leads to a lot of folks drunk in the patio smoking. Good times.
This is a dive bar by the books and a great and very interesting place to visit. And if you're too drunk to stumble to your car, there's someone who comes in a little golf kart asking if you need a ride. Which wasn't really helpful in my situation as we were in front of the car when he asked. Whooops! Over all, it was a fun bar to toss a couple back at and really, do you need to be told not to bring a gun into a bar? Oh Arizona laws.. Never change.
Never change.
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