Main Street Pub

This is a dive bar.  True that.  But if you go on a Sunday, they have a great cook-your_own ribeye with fries.  It's actually quite good and kinda fun to try the wide variety of seasonings.   The bartender was also fun and made the evening a good time.

First to review? No Yelpers in Rangely? Hard to believe. I rolled into this place with a serious case of numb buttedness and a growling stomach after about 90 miles non stop on my trusty Zuma 125. They had a patio out front and the weather was perfect so I plunked my numb ass down outside and waited for the feeling to return. Time did its magic on my suffering arse but nobody showed up to take my order so I moseyed inside to an established which looked and smelled much more like a divey country bar than a "pub" and ordered a draft wheat beer from the morbidly obese (don't worry, I'm pretty sure she can't read) barmaid and asked for a menu.

The only other patrons were two slobbering drunks sitting at the bar, who thought I might enjoy some of their finely-honed racist Obama jokes. As much fun as that sounded, I decided to beat it back to Junction with an empty stomach before they whipped out their six shooters and commanded me to "Dance, you varmit!"  Ah, Rangely, you're no Vernal, but you're working on it!