JJ Bonerz

Packers-lovin sketchy smelly bar. Blah.

We were actually aiming to go the pub next door, but it was too dressy for our biking attire.  Blaring classic rock and blazing in neon, JJ Bonerz sat conspicuously next door.  I was not initially convinced.  The music was obnoxious, the atmosphere loud and there only guys standing/sitting around, drinking and slapping each other on the back.  It felt like I'd just interrupted guys' night.

The bar tender greeted us in her southern accent and immediately welcomed us in.  This eased my discomfort a bit.  The whisky sour I ordered also helped.  We ordered food (a burger and fries) which was pretty good and our server was also very hospitable.  

Slowly but surely, I warmed to the place and those things I initially thought were annoying began to grow on me.  There was a sense of familiarity with the guests here, both with each other and with the place, that gave the me the feeling they were regulars.  The greeted each other, bought beers, caught up on life.  And though I was not in their conversation, I felt welcomed and accepted just on the principle that I was there.  

Some may call that "Southern hospitality", but I like to think JJ's had something to do with it, too.

Dear reader,

Obviously this establishment has a resonating name, worthy of further exploration. After initial discovery, my companions and I entered this bar.
We were greeted by a table with a window street view and a menu. Eventually a server graced us and ask for our drinks, and gave me a water without my requested lemon. Its Savannah, no local would ever drink tap, especially without a lemon because it tastes like sulfur.  About a year later she saw me at the bar asking for shots and was quick to lay claim to this drink order, and finally brought us our drinks, including a changed Jäger shot to a Jäger Bomb, nice watery assumption. The Philly Cheese Steak arrived after much mileage on a non toasted Kroger hoagie roll.  To top it off, a woman at the bar hollers "you're so little, you're like a piece of cheese!" and that actually did make everything better.

Happy venturing, it's a ride.

P.S. You want a generic chicken sandwich and soggy fries for $10? You're better off going to Chik-Fil-A and getting 3 orders for the same price and quadruple the quality. Come here to drink, not to eat.