Hot Shots

The typical local bar filled with the towns cops and alcoholics. It's lame don't waste your time.

If I were at all holy, I'd confess my dirty little secrets to a priest, but since I ain't, I guess I'll confess my sinny sin sins to you heathens. Ready to burn in hell with me? Perfect. I knew you little devils would want in.

So, what's my filthy guilty pleasure? It's mutha f*cking Hot Shots.

Hot Shots is a pretty large scale bar located in an unassuming strip mall near a McDonald's and a tanning salon. It's dark, has a pretty impressive collection of neon signs, lots of pool tables, darts, pinball, a huge bar, friendly bartendresses, and my personal fave, Big Buck Hunter.

So, why the guilty pleasure status for HoShos? Well, it's one of those places that wants to be taken seriously, but you just can't help but laugh... and love it a little more (like when a kitten chases it's own tail. silly kitten). It's a little too big and is equipped with too many gadgets (lots of flat screens and an LCD touch jukebox for example) to be considered a dive bar. And it's waaay short of reaching it's weekend goal of being a club. Sure it's got a huge dance floor, and they have some stacked DJ equipment but I haven't heard that much Ja Rule and Petey Pablo since my junior year in high school and there's never more than 3 people on the dance floor, or 25 people in the whole place for that matter. It's kind of like being tragically hip except it's not quite tragic and it's far from hip.

Alright, now let's get down to this!
Confession #1. I drink sh*tty beer here. It's noramlly something I reserve only for beer pong but since sh*tty beer is all Hot shots has... I sometimes partake.

Confession #2. Almost 100% of the times I've been here, this former fashion major has worn her trainers. Fashion blasphemy.

Confession #3. I'm kind of a big Justin Bieber fan. I can't help it, I've been infected with Bieber fever... but I guess that's neither here nor there as far as this review of Hot Shots is concerned.  

Confession #4. I have had (re: enjoyed) more than a few of the frou frou shots you normally stop drinking after you turn 21 1/2 here. Helloooo, $3 Apple Pie!

Confession #5. I have semi "gotten down" to the Ludacrist  amount of Ludacris music played here. And by "semi", I mean that I don't actually get out of my chair but my fingers are in the air and ready to jam and my booty really wants to shake, shake, shake it.

Confession #6. There's a special spot in this little hellion's heart for Hot Shots.

This place is pretty good for a local joint. I don't care much for their bands or the cover charge. But the pool and darts are pretty nice.