Barn Pub & Grill

Serioiusly, its called the Barn... what do you expect. Its a local hang out with Cheap beer, selection isnt bad, about a 6 outta 10, got your normal stuff, but some better microbrews. But the food is about a 3 outta 10, its Drunk Food, I get drunk, and I need to eat. Nachos & sampler are a good standard to measure food by, and the Nachos were all canned ingredients, tomatos were hard, sour cream in a package, Salsa was canned. The Sampler was weird, (2) Fried ravioli, dry chicken fingers, Jal. Poppers (they were ok), the Waffle fries were good, but that was about 60% of the sampler. Cant complain about the prices, but you do get what you pay for. If you want a cheap local place to drink and dont care about food, here ya go

Gutes Essen Yo!

S***hole doesn't begin to describe this place adequately.  Hasn't been cleaned seemingly since the 70s.  There were crumbs *everywhere* on the bar, not that the bartender could see them because there was so much crap on his side of the bar.  The Keno sign should have been a clue.  I gave it the benefit of the doubt, then wasn't enthused by anything on the menu.  The bartender, once he'd finished complaining to customers across the bar about everyone wanting to cash out at the same time before the comedy show upstairs, pointed out the specials, and that's what I ended up ordering (typically a good bet).  I ordered the baseball steak; steak wrapped in bacon with blue cheese, potato and vegetable and a Monstah IPA.  
The beer was served warm in a glass that was not clean; not dirty, but not beer clean.  I might have pointed this out but, a) I didn't think it was going to do much good, and b) the bartender was less attentive than a toll-taker.  The food came reasonably quickly, but did not improve my optimism.  The steak was good sized and looked adequately cooked.  The fries were pub fries but were a bit undercooked.  I've always wondered if they still produced the 5-gallon pails of vegetables we had in the high school cafeteria 25 years ago, and the green beans gave me my answer: alive and not well.  
I began with the green beans because I didn't get a steak knife, or even a plastic butter knife for that matter.  Trying to make the best of it, I joked to my wife that maybe the steak was actually that tender.  It wasn't.  The woman who brought the food out was over near the silverware, but was more concerned with the Keno cards than with our attempts to get her attention.  Likewise, the bartender was more interested in his discussion about the TV channels (Fox News) than with our attempts to get his attention.  Finally we managed to ask him for a steak knife.  He apologized and attempted a joke about it being fork tender.  I gave him points for trying but also mentioned that I'd tried that.  
I ate my food but did not finish my tepid beer.  We eventually got our check.  I am a 20% minimum tipper and you really need to try hard to get me below that, let alone below 15%.  Mission accomplished.  I wouldn't feed this food to animals I was trying to trap, and I wouldn't approve of the service even if it was delivered to Yankees fans.  
In short, nothing about this experience didn't suck.  By the time we left (not particularly full), my stomach hurt like hell.  I celebrated my evening out with a brutal attack of gas shortly after returning home.  Stay away!  If this place is the best option, get in your car and drive to the nearest McDonald's -- at least you know what you're getting into.

Nice little bar/pub with good food and drinks that won't empty your wallet. They have music and karaoke if you like that sort of thing.