Ah, the Cliff Room. You may not be able to judge a book by its cover, however you can judge a dive bar by its cover - or lack there of. Close your eyes Nancy, that's not the ghosts of Christmas past your smelling, nor is it the cast extras from the movie Barfly ... wait, maybe that is Mickey Rouke in the corner.. maybe not. Â A true story, you ask ? ...Well, ..if I must; Â My buddy and I stopped into this tired aforementioned establishment expecting nothing but a cold beer and a few stains to try to avoid. What we got was in the middle - I'm not kidding - we were in the middle - of these two goofs throwing punches at each other - what makes this story more fun than shocking is that nobody - nobody - got touched by any punch. Not one punch connected in this flurry of fury. The cops came - they decided to leave. Â The two goofs hung out and made up. That would be the end of the story as well as any reason to return. Comfortable in it's classification as a dive bar there is really nothing more to add than the obvious. A semi-surly crowd, scattered with 20 somethings to 60+, Low lighting, and cheap cold beer. Â Judging by the seated posture of the clientele, stiff drinks are also a feature. I seem to remember a pool table. All with the bonus of ample free parking.
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