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| - You walk into this little bar and feel its age. For some places, that's a negative... not here. Well-worn wood, small stage, blood red walls, its an old, classic aesthetic that immediately puts me at ease. The lingering smell of cigarettes (that will eventually air itself out after the first of the year) is no deterrent to ambling up to the bar and ordering one of the 4 tap beers they keep (guiness and harp, of course, along with blue moon and a bitey IPA) or a bottle of something else (domestics are cheap here, and they carry a SC brew I hadn't seen before). 3 TVs to watch if you want to catch a game here, but they're placed in a way that you can keep out of line of sight of 'em, if you'd like. Naked photo hunt et all at the end of the bar, if that's your thing as well (yay). Not a boutique bar, not an art bar, not a bar with any pretensions at all. Just a bar. Lovely.
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