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HB's is a decent bar esteemed by my Midwestern friends because (*shocker*), it reminds them of something that could have been 'back home'. Oh Jesus. Can we petition to have a moratorium on this phrase for anyone coming to Phoenix from between the geographical regions presented by the Mississippi and the Appalachains?
Naturally, then, this place looks like a lodge in Duluth, with glossy wood, pool tables, darts, and other bar olympics that seem to occupy the minds of the fly over population.
Not bad really. Just nothing particularly special. I've had plenty of drinks in here, and never once was I tapping to leave. Its just a natural progression to leave this bar after you've championed your beer or your cricket group.
Whats appropriately odd about this bar, I might add, is their remarkable and diverse juke box selection. I can't stride over to the bartender without depositing a couple of dollars of The Cure for the townies.
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