Longhorn Saloon

I'm so glad I'm the 1st to review the Longhorn but I don't even know where to begin...
Let's start by saying the Longhorn is a bar unlike any I've ever encountered.

First off, It is most certainly a dive bar. Probably the dive-iest of dive bars I've ever been in. It's located in a residential area in a bad part of the Northside of Syracuse and it attracts some of the shadier characters from around the neighborhood.

Let's talk about pros and cons. First, cons - no bar food of any kind, though, with what I'm about to tell you, would you really want there to be? So, in addition to the aforementioned shady characters, you're going to encounter a small, dark, dingy bar with some highly tacky decor. Well, maybe tacky isn't exactly the right word...maybe hilarious, disturbing, inappropriate, or maybe just WTF...Behind the bar at the Longhorn Saloon is a sex doll. Yes, you read that right...a real, life size, inflatable SEX DOLL! I don't know the story or reasoning behind this sex doll all I know is that last time I went to the Longhorn there was a security camera in her lady parts region. Maybe this is an ingenious ploy to get would-be thieves to look directly in to the camera???

Okay, now the pros. If you can get past the grimy surroundings, the Longhorn does have a pool table, dart board, digital juke box, and an arcade machine (last time is was a golf sim game, before that it was Big Buck Hunter). The drinks are cheap and they have about as good of a selection as you can hope for in such a setting. They do have Blue Moon and Woodchuck so that's a plus. Finally, and most importantly, you will ALWAYS leave with a story or something to talk about...I've been not-so-subtly asked if I was looking to purchase any "recreational" drugs, my girlfriend has been told she was beautiful in sign language (neither she nor the man in question are deaf however), and we've been given free drinks for no reason by the manager (?).

One last word of caution to the ladies - don't go here without a male accompanying you - the middle aged men that make up 95% of the clientele will jump all over you like pack of sketchy hyenas trying to take down a lone gazelle.