Low down dirty. That's the only thing I ever heard anyone mention about this bar. Of course the phrase was usually followed up by "I love that place!" So there you go.
There are rumors of someone dying, someone selling drugs and god know what else but I've never seen it and neither has my love. It's a little bar w/ friendly bartendars, good music on the jukebox, strong drinks, 2 pool tables, darts & poker.
My love promised a friend to play on his league so I went there for the 1st time last week. They had 2 poker tables up & I know the dealers cuz they frequent my bar so figured what better way to learn how to play a table than in a friendly spot where no one would mind my entire poker experience consists of me screwing around w/ Buzztime (on the tv at the bar) w/ the regulars.
I learned what a smitcher is (1/2 a pitcher - or basically a liter) as I downed 2 at the table. I held my own even though I couldn't tell you the difference between a blind and a raise. My love won his match and we had a glorious time.
I went back last Thursday and won that table bitches. Suck it to all who think a girl who learned the game a month ago can't bust you straight off that table.
Inadvertedly met one of the owner's, a real down home nice as can be guy. The kinda guy you want at your BBQ or hanging out w/ your buddies shooting the shiz. If cheap, over poured drinks and a good time aren't enough to entice you, well you just may get a shot at busting me off a table on a Thursday - good luck suckers!