Dick's Bar

When the coming zombie apocalypse occurs, I know where I'll be headed - Dicks.  The interior is straight out of a Hollywood set for a horror movie with dim lighting, lots of wood grain, steel bars blocking off stairwells, and guns mounted along the walls. Kind of a hunting lodge meets Medieval Times feel. Bonus points for having a giant painting of a nude woman hanging on the wall, similiar to what you would have seen hanging in the bathroom of your buddy's white trash parents when you were a kid in the 70's. (You know, when truck driving culture was cool for some strange reason).  A steady mixture of heavy metal and classic hard rock blast from the jukebox, the perfect music for blowing out the brains of the undead.  There's even an upper level/balcony (which never seems to be open) that is the perfect snipers nest.  If you need a little liquid courage at the end of times, the "Home of the Coon Dog" has you covered.  A coon dog is a Laporte specialty - a shot consisting of 1/2 Jack Daniels and 1/2 blackberry brandy, served warm.  Don't make that face, it's not nearly as bad as you think! Plus the world is ending, so be happy and take what you can get.

One caveat; the locals in Laporte tend to be a little....territorial.  They seem to be operating as if the zombie apocalypse has already occurred and they're protecting their turf.  It's not nearly as bad as some other bars in the area and if you're not completely obnoxious, you'll be fine.  But if you're looking for trouble, you're probably going to find it.