My memory is a bit fuzzy -- too many Wolverine shots, perhaps. Â This is your classic Midwestern dive bar. Â Cheap, cold beer. Â Fruity and strong shots. Â Top 40 music, and obviously, a festive local crowd (not much too do on the American side of The Soo). Â And, more importantly, a mysterious jar of pickled eggs that's on the bar counter. Â I was here for one last farewell before my buddy got married. Â No one even triple dog dared me to eat a pickled egg. Â I just did it. Â Perhaps a little too much liquid courage on my part. Â I have the photographic proof of my eating the egg and my horrified looks of disgust. Â I have no regrets. Â If you find yourself in Soo, Michigan, definitely check this place out.
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