"'Should we? Eh... I guess... ' This is that place up and down. Granted, I 'm the visiting ass trying to find the thunder at 7:41 pm on a Tuesday, but this place is completely of course. It has dim lighting, good atmosphere, strong drinks. It has a lot of mirrors, reminding you of why your here in the first place. You 're washed up. A shadowy weirdo hugging the bar like a fly devouring a **** morsel. Anyway, the food. It has the perfect amount of grease, cheese and salt complexes. The bar itself was probably stripped from a closed down vfw, but the marble linoleum leaves nothing to be desired. Why the hell would it? It 's mostly covered by large, shapeless arms that impossibly hold up huge heads with red noses, so who cares? The bar tender here is amazing. He has a good sense of humor and knows when to pour you a fatty, and joshes the waitresses humorously, giving you a warm glow. Somewhere inside. Bring a friend here, for the love of god bring your mom even. Typical beer selections teleport you back home, while you get impressively size-able with the menu options. Recommend: burger and fries, Crown and seven. Don 't recommend: sitting by a guy that seems allergic to everything. Unless you enjoy using the hard napkins to wipe the moist AIDS off your cheeks. Cheers I guess. Hope you have fun maybe. <br/"
