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| - The first thing I noticed when I rolled on in here (get it? It's called the Wheel) was the divey feel and lack of exhaust fans that whisked the smoke from the bar area. Another thing I noticed were the shale workers wearing hats, polos, and tea shirts reading "don't tread in me". Oh lord I thought to myself, I've done and gone walked into a a teabag party bar.
As it turned out, to my surprise, they had a decent selection of IPAs. I listened to the tea party secret meeting and heard references to beck, Hannity, and Limbaugh, chuckled to myself, and went back to watching the Pirates game and chatted with friends. It won't be a regular stop for me, they did have food, although, pretty much everything is fried. I was there almost three hours and no one ordered food. Is that an omen? Finally one of the tea party members ordered wings, they looked good and saucy. He scarfed them down pretty quickly so I guess they were good.
Dive bar fans, rejoice, there is a dive bar in Bridgeville where you can get cheap beer and get caught up on your tea party gossip.
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