No, they don't offer pizza. Â Just beer and wine from big jugs.
This bar became the home for our hockey team by accident. Â Looking for a beverage after a game, someone mentioned this place which was kinda on the way home for most. Â The first time we entered, the stink of 9 hockey players with the fact none of us were from the area got us a quick once-over, twice, from all that were in place. Â Like a bunch of hippies that enter a country bar when everyone stops playing pool, the record on the jukebox skips, and the bartender puts down the bar towel -- that was our first visit at Hanks. Â Total outsiders that invade and don't belong.
For almost two years things were cool when we visited, and were treated like 'locals' that weren't local. Â The regulars welcomed us as we exchanged many laughs and life stories. Â And then, things changed for the worse, (the faces were no longer smiling and the jukebox skipped on the last visit) so no one goes here anymore. Â Good times for a limited time.