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| - I you are a connoisseur of dive bars, this is the place for you. For those who find a special kind of charm in drinking terrible quality in a downtrodden, dilapidated hole in the wall, engulfed in smoke and graffiti, this bar meets all of your meager expectations and a few more.
It's hidden at the farthest part of Carson street beyond the natural barrier of the 10th Street bridge. Once inside, sit yourself down for a PBR, Natty Lite for something of similar status and drown out your sorrows. They have other beers that are better, but we're going for the stereotype here. Naturally, it's cash only, but that's about the only downside you can find here. The bartenders are characters, there are two pool and two foosball tables, a shuffle board, a punching machine, darts somewhere, and they even serve you up 23 oz drafts. If you're super lucky you can hear some of the most notorious of regulars karaokeing to Toto's Africa around 2am [no matter that there's no Karaoke at the bar] before lovingly getting tossed out into the night [Go Home Lou!]
Every year they host a Christmas Party that serves you up a Free! Buffet, which, surprisingly [and I don't know how], gets better every year [and we are 4 years running now]. And it's one hell of a spread too, where you just eat and eat and keep eating when you can't any more [mmhmm, meatballs]. Then you satisfyingly slip into a mild food coma while you slowly get hypnotized by tracing the wall of graffiti from beginning to end. This can take a while, as it not a defacing of the bar walls, but rather an intentional, and serious piece of art, giving the place an unforgettable, yet homey feeling. And honestly, how did they get that scribble on the ceiling!
For a current or former Southside resident, and also for all the rest, this place is a must at least once, so make sure you make the trek. Maybe I'll see you there.
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