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| - My fellow boozers,
I am in love. Not with a woman. Not with a man. Not with myself, and not with a stripper. No, none of that for me. . .I am in love with a bar. This bar. What's that, you say? In love? With a bar? Why don't you marry it then?
Maybe I will.
Seriously though. Everything about this place is everything it should be and nothing that it shouldn't. The ambiance is fantastic. It's dated, but well maintained and clean. They have a water wheel and carpet for Christ's sake! I daresay there's almost a bit of a mid-70s classiness to it. Well, a mid-70s something, that's for sure. The people there are so effing nice I just want to give them all one big hug. Drinks are good and cheap. Sloe gin is a plus. And, don't even get me started on those burgers. First of all, $3.95. Can you say win? They're huge, delicious, they'll cook mine rare, and these truly are up there with the best burgers in town. For three dollars and ninety-five damn cents! I don't know what everyone is saying about no smoke, because there certainly is smoke. Smokey smoke smoke smoke. Fine for me; I contribute to it anyway. I have not attended any of the jazz, but apparently it's pretty rockin' every now and again when they do that.
In summary: Every day that goes by in which you've yet to visit Dispensary is a day you've wasted. You've heard of rueing a day, right? Well, my friend, you'll rue every single day of your life that did not involve a stop here.
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