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| - What was once The Packer Inn, is now Chief's. The sign is in a weird font that makes it look like "Chick's". Or something. We stopped in for a burger there, since they've re-opened their grill. It was a Sunday evening around 630PM and the place was dead except for 3 people: the bartender, a guy preparing stack of chips for some kind of poker night, and random maybe-drug-dealer dude. The grill lights were off, leaving us wondering if we could get anything off the food menu. When we asked the bartender, he reluctantly said it was open and pointed to the menu on the wall. It was obvious he didn't want to cook. When we ordered (two burgers), one of us wanted it rare and one of us wanted it medium-rare. His response: "You're asking too much of me." Uh, noted. Among the sides offered are pasta and potato salad. I got one of these, my friend the other. The side portions (which looked like Sysco pre-made stuff) are TINY. Like, a 3 ounce plastic cup tiny. The burgers- however reluctantly made- were actually pretty good. At 6 bucks, I'd hoped for quite a bit a bit more side, though. They have Lake Louie Premium on tap, as well as Hoplalicious, Spotted Cow, and Summer Shandy. The bartender did tap us nice, full pints with a quarter-inch head and in chilled glasses. Liked that a lot. He also discounted some shots of Patron, maybe because we offered to buy him one (which he politely refused as it was early).
On to the "atmos"... the old bar top has been replaced with what looks like an institutional bathroom counter: particle board with a thick, shiny veneer of fake granite flecks. The place smells like off-gassing from the particle board, and the bar surface is sticky, kind of bumpy, and gross to the touch. The bartender had his IPod on the PA. It was at a low level and almost drowned out by two TVs blaring golf and baseball, respectively. While I'd prefer the music over the TVs... one or the other would've been nice. Not both.
I'd stop in for a beer and maaaaybe a burger... but the whole experience was too sketchy for me to make a habit of it.
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