Bonnie's is where I lost my Leinenkugel virginity. I'd never even heard of the brew before my pal Lisa asked our ever-friendly waitress to slap a pitcher on our table. I'm not saying it's going to replace my cabernet, but it was definitely a tasty brew.
I'm giving this divey sports bar four stars for sheer damn friendliness. The waitress greeted my friend by name, remembered mine when I was leaving, and made a point of checking on us to make sure we were brew happy. The food looked delightfully artery clogging, so next time I'm in the mood for an anti-cleanse, I'll buy a ticket to the Cleveland 'burbs and pool up a barstool at Bonnie's.