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| - If you are wondering whether you should go to the Rose Bowl, then you probably should not. This is a redneck townie bar for redneck townies, to the exclusion of all others. This is the sort of place in which the record skips* if anyone not fitting this precise description walks in. If you are that intrepid adventurer seeking a new experience, you will find yourself in an uncomfortable paradox: all attention is on you, yet the bartender is not aware you exist.
The bar is dark and a little dusty. Decor is of the promotional variety, with some pretty interesting stuff from back in the day, as well as a good representation of Nascar hoods. They usually have a good price on drafts and even pitchers, but only of bland domestic macros. There are a few video games and even a Megatouch. Live bands playing both kinds of music (Country & Western) stop by several times a week, and I have heard that some of those bands are pretty good.
Before you write this off as a typical Chambana-by-way-of-Chicago student snob poo-pooing the local scene, please know that I appreciate dives as much or more than most, and can swallow swill as fast as you can pour it into a plastic cup. In my book, genuineness is a turn-on, dirt don't hurt, and grits is good. However, that does not mean that I like going places where they don't make you feel welcome. If you want a great laid back joint nearby, try Bunny's. If'n you be wantin' a snarl, the stinkeye, and mebbe a stabbin', try the Rose Bowl.
*They don't actually play records at the Rose Bowl, they play mp3's off a cpu with WinAmp.
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