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| - So, I'm all for 'dive bars' if they're authentic, but I don't know what in the hell is going on here. After driving from Jersey to Pittsburgh, I just wanted to find a spot to have a drink before heading to bed. Being it was late on a Sunday night, there wasn't much happening in Station Square, so this appeared to be my only option.
I guess the "smoking permitted" sign outside should've been my first warning. But sometimes my brain has this habit of tricking me with the "maybe it won't be so bad" sales pitch. After all, I did see dart boards and pool tables through the window.
If you're interested, Ref's, aka "Dirty Harry's" has the following:
- Five beers on tap. Sam Adams must be considered 'fancy' here.
- Walls covered in wood paneling, screaming I LOVE THE 70s!
- Plenty of TVs all over the place. Reception obviously provided by one set of bunny ears on the roof.
- Pint glasses served without coasters/napkins. Screw the white wood bar.
- Guy dressed in pajama pants and collared shirt w/local restaurant logo. Must have come straight from work?
- And of course, all the second-hand smoke your body needs for months, if not years.
So, why two stars instead of one?
"What do I owe you for the Sam's draft?"
"$1.00"
"Excuse me, what?" There's no way I could've heard that correctly.
"It's dollar drafts until midnight."
::Looks at watch.:: 11:35 pm
"You know what...I will have another."
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