why am I writing a review about my favorite bar? I mean, I was there last friday night and there were all these hipbros (Jack Threads dressed kinda fratty dudes) and they were all loud and dumb. Did they read reviews and decide to show up? Was one of my friends responsible for this, possibly telling one of their work mates about a fun downtown bar? Oh shit... I"m becoming part of the problem. Well.. the deal is the Rail is the shit. and the owner isn't trying to become some tycoon. He's a pretty sweet older dude. The bartenders are great, the juke box can be a bit fun, the dart are plastic and shitty. This is what rocks. The beers pour nicely. The booze is mighty fine. No redbull or credit card jerkasses. this is to keep things real.
Are you kinda chill, a bit outside the box? stop in. Are you a douche? eh, you still deserve a shot of fireball... then leave.