I'm not an OB guy. Â My friends were going so I met up with them. Â Wow. Â I judged immediately, but thats what I do....I judge. Â I told my friend that this looks like the place I'm going to end up getting in a fight in, not find the future Mrs. Miller. Â
Sure enough, what happens 5 minutes later? Â I'm talking to my friend when some trashy idiot tries to bowl me over when I'm not paying attention because he wants to take it outside with another bar patron. Â About 1/5 of my beer hits the floor. Â If I didn't have superior genes and the grip of a bear, I would have knocked over my beer. Â Of course he didn't apologize and just kept walking, hoping the other guy would follow.
The girl bartenders were very cute. Â That surprised me since its such a dive. Â The girl who helped me just kinda put my change down instead of having even minimal interaction. Â A thank you or even a smile would have been nice. Â It was busy, but just a quick smile as you drop off my drink isn't really too much to ask, but I still tipped $1.50 on the $2.50 beer. Â Â The drinks are cheap too, $2.50 for a pint of PBR rocks.
Its cash only, but that doesnt bother me. Â
The very first person I saw after I found my friends was missing 2 teeth. Â Plus the near fight....yeah, I won't be coming back to this place. Â Maybe this is par for OB though...keep in mind I love to dress up and I'm far from an OB guy. Â Crap, I'm happy even in PB with a younger crowd and some pretty girls. Â Â I had one beer and we all agreed it sucked and got out of there.