Forest Way Inn

"Grilled cheese sandwich with buffalo sauce?"  Bartender sets down plate.
"Umm, no. I ordered a grilled chicken sandwich with buffalo sauce."
"Oh. I was wondering..."

Yeah. That happened.

I'm not sure if that's a popular lunch item here or the bartendar just misheard me, but needless to say, I was really confused. So, I remained hungry while waiting for the correct sandwich, which wasn't even that great when it finally arrived. But, it didn't cost much, like most everything else on the menu, so...

I know, I shouldn't have even stopped here, but there was nowhere else to watch the Steelers game in this po-dunk little town. "Desperate times, desperate measures" is my only excuse, for real. The term "dive bar," which is usually a term of endearment, doesn't even apply here. It's just straight-up "bar."

What else?
Camouflage and/or blaze orange customer attire: check
Lo-Def box television sitting on a refrigerator behind the bar: check
Men's room sign = placemat w/magic marker: check
Domestic bottles only: check
Steelers lose to the Browns: Ugh!!! Check!

Not a good afternoon at all, to say the least.