No frills here, okay, maybe a bad flatscreen tv is a a frill.
The other night a dude walked in and came by my table asking for a cigarette. My friend was glad to accommodate, until he noticed a sizeable gash on his forehead. Oh well, he probably got stiches.
Later, a dude -- a real DUDE -- strolled in in full cowboy regalia and Johnny Cash's old black shirt. He didn't stay long and failed to even order a sasparilla, supposing they had it.
Did I mention that this place has an amazing digital juke box? Metallica, like 'For Whom the Bell Tolls' Metallica, plus today's hits.
Yeah, not the best place to troll for trim, but a good place for a laid back beer.