I didn't go here at all until I was a senior, and had discovered the wonders of country night. On this night (Tuesday!) you'd go, pay $5 and get a mason jar to fill with beer for $1.50. You only ever had to buy the jar once and could bring it back again and again every single week. My friend Bob and I would go, drink buckets (or jars, whatever) or Miller Lite, and watch "Married With Children" on TV.
And then I realized that the KAM'S bartenders have decent memories, and so long as you aren't asking them for big fancy drinks with lots of parts, they'll remember you and your face and your drink. If you tip them nicely, they'll have your drink waiting for you when you return to the bar. Or maybe that was just me, I can never be sure. Hell, maybe I stole someone else's beer.
Regardless - it's a dirty, dumpy little dive full of underdressed, underaged children with popped collars and excessive skin-baring. And DESPITE all this, and DESPITE its sticky floors and weird clientele, I still really enjoyed myself every single time I was here.
YAY KAM'S!