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| - After going bowling, I needed to get the taste of Bud Shite out of my mouth. We were also taking one of my sister's friends home that night as well. He lives near my sister, and by a bunch of bars. It was time to reconcile the earlier events.
Driving up and down central- I told my sister to keep an eye out for strippers, food, and alcohol. We approached a biker bar, and then some drunk chicks I ended up yelling at, and then we finally approached a place called Joe Hoopers. It was a little after midnight, and there were cars out, but not mobbed. I told her lets check this mofo out.
Upon entering, I noticed it seemed to be a college hang out in the form of a log cabin. I didn't feel like bashing any 21 yos heads in that night, but thankfully that wasn't the case. We took a seat and off we went.
The bartender came up and handed us menus, and asked what we wanted to drink. I just needed something strong enough to get the taste of shit out of my mouth so the first thing that rolled off my tongue was a Long Island Iced Tea (hey, sis was driving, I was ready to get hammed!). Was was even more amazing was how fast it came out! Like they had a nozzle for it. It tasted pretty good too.
It was then time to look at the menu. Looked like they had a lot of bar food and such. But one thing caught my eye- the philly. You better believe I got it! Speaking of that (side note), it was nice to know the kitchen was still open, as some places I have noticed close their kitchens early and keep the bar open (how else do you expect me to soak up the alcohol?).
A few moments later, the philly came out. It looked different than most, but I was starving. And you know what, it was pretty damn good! The bread was soft and held together, and the cheese was on the bread and glued the meat to it (in a good way). The meat was grilled and seasoned perfectly too. I almost took one to go. The fries were good, but at that point, I was on starch overload.
The prices weren't too terrible either. Overall, this is a solid bar with plenty of booze and tvs and a nice sized patio and a hot bartender and good food. Oh yea, I didn't have to walk a mile for a parking spot either. This was the perfect storm.
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