Freddie's Old Time Saloon & Hall of Fame

Verbal attacks and discrimination!  Do NOT go here, especially if you are disabled.  My husband and I went here on the recommendation of another bar owner in town, as it was supposed to have some historic memorabilia.  What a mistake!  I'll try to include the main highlights of our interactions with the bartender.
The bartender, who also happened to be the owner, Donna Falbe, looked aggravated upon our arrival.  Her husband, Harry Falbe, was also there.  
Against our better judgement, we sat down and ordered a beer.  She started a barrage of questioning: what bar did we come from, who was working there, how was their business.  Then she complained that there's never any business because of the economy.  I later found out that the economy probably isn't her only problem.  
She continued to question my husband about where he worked, what he does for living and if he had an education.  She alerted us to the fact that "...once you tell people up here you have an education, they're like, 'Who do you think you are?'  Do you know what I say to them?  'Well, I know who I am.  Do you know who I am?'"  We had no clue where she was going with this.  
Then she asked if I work, to which I said no.  She started questioning us, "So, what are you going to do?"  She kept asking my husband about his job and if there was anything wrong with it.  He just said they don't offer family medical coverage, which is a problem, and that I'm disabled.  Wow, what a mistake.  
She leaned into the bar and got closer to me and asked, "You're disabled?  So, you're getting disability?"  I replied that, yes, I am.  I didn't think I should have to lie.  She wanted to know what was wrong with me.  I started to tell her the problems that cause my disability that stem from my back, as if I should have to explain this to a bartender I've never met.  
She cut me off with, "Back problems?  Well, I have back problems, too.  I have a herniated disc.  What's really wrong with you?  How old are you?"  I told her my age.
She leaned over the bar and lowered her stance to get closer to my face and said, "Well, you look like you're sitting at the bar just fine.  You look like you eat well.  You know what's wrong with you?  I'll tell you what's wrong with you.  You don't want to work.  There's nothing wrong with you.  You're not disabled.  You know what I hope you get?"  Here was a dramatic pause to which I said nothing.  "I HOPE YOU GET WHAT YOU DESERVE!  You're dressed up all fancy.  You're doing fine."  
Then, she wanted to know who our babysitter was, where she worked and went on about her being part of the problem too.  She said she was probably a social-working employee.  She also started rambling about Obamacare and other sources of her deep anger.  Worst experience with a public establishment in my entire life!  Don't  ever go here!