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| - I have very fond memories of getting extremely trashed at this place with my father before we staggered down the street to the movie theater and fell asleep during "Seabiscuit." I believe smoking was still legal in bars back then, so Smokeless Joe was a relief both for that and for the incredible selection of craft beers, microbrews, and international artisan beers on tap. I think all those words basically mean the same thing, but I wanted to use them in the same sentence anyway. Dad was paying, so I basically ordered as many of the most expensive and strangest sounding items on the menu, filling my head with suds of various provenances: dubels, trippels, and even a quadrupel, I believe. My review of this place is probably worthless, because it's been so long since I was there (2003?), but it's arguably worth a visit if it's been around that long and its original gimmick, being smoke-free, is no longer even relevant. I believe they serve food, and I probably ate some of it, but you'll pack on calories enough with just the beer. Beer is energy, you know.
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