Bootz Saloon and Grill

I was going to bring a bunch of friends to this place and give it a try.  Drove by during the day and discovered "no weapons" signs on the doors.  Guess not....  No business that serves the general public has the right to prevent myself or companions from legally protecting ourselves.  Fail on them at the door.  Either way the location sucks and they will close just like the other tenants of that place.

Great music, great food! Service is always friendly. Very clean - the bathroom for ladies is not kept clean throughout evening, other then that I can't complain. Kudos on the mechanical bull and line dance lessons!

Okay . . . what? Well? How did I get here?

First of all, my review should be taken with a grain of salt because:

A. I tend to not like GIANT venues of these types named with a cutely misspelled word. B. I don't care for suburban anything. C. People screaming "SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY" does not amuse me because C1. Riding horses terrifies me. C2. I've got no particular affinity for cowboys and C3. I hate that fucking song. D. I'll probably never come here again because I don't live anywhere near Oak Creek, and my cousin has now moved away as well. And she only really came here 'cos it was walking distance from their house.

All right, that said, what do we have here? We have a loud, suburban Milwaukee bar with a bad cover band and country music. Various Miller products on tap. Overweight cheeseheads in Packer gear. Lots of big groups, baseball hats, shouting, and beer flying around.

Oh, and they have a mechanical bull. If I want to throw my back out, I can think of way more appealing - and sexier - ways to accomplish that.

And this is a "saloon"? What is this, the Gold Rush of 1848?

Sound appealing yet? Didn't think so! You've been duly warned. Proceed.