Located by the train tracks, a modest-sized orange structure with a giant, buck-toothed beaver on the side of the wall is hard to miss, especially when it serves tallboys and slim jims [yes, Slims Jims!]. This is a serious place, guys, for serious people.
The thirsty has all of the charm of a dive without the unpleasant odor, distasteful drunks, and suspicious corners. I first came here with a group friends and we all had our fill of undecorated drink and merriment.
The bathroom (ladies) is a bit cramped and the light switch is lower than one would expect and somehow recessed- tricky but not entirely UNaccessible. Not for the froufrou, yall.
The decor is truly awe-inspiring- ambient fluorescent sign-lighting and some dark overheads, velor Waylan and coyotes (? I think I saw them somewhere) in addition to some pretty obscure forty-fives.
This is a place for visionaries, suits, hippies, bikers, and all those who want to be one or none of those. It's unfair to bring out the labels, but none of them stick here anyway.
Come one, come all!
N.B. This is one of the few places in Charlotte that I would actually go to alone, just to have a drink and sit at the bar.