I would never write a review of a place like this, because it is what it is. Â But on the off chance there are folks out there like me, I'm willing to do someone a solid.
I used to live in Florence and had just come back in town for the week. Â Instead of darting here and there all over Northern KY to catch up with friends, I decided to do a little Knights of the Round table action and have them come to me. Â So I picked the closest place to my parent's house where I would not have to fear if I had a drink or two.
Thursday night went in and it wasn't so bad. Â A very bad (and not in a good way -bad) was finishing up and then regular music came on. Â Ok.. still at a decent decible level. Â Had a good time catching up, left. Â
Friday night, went in with a different set of folks and let me tell you, the 12am show is much different than the 10pm show if you know what I mean. Â I could hear the music from the parking lot, but was still optimistic we'd be able to hang, catch up, and have a few drinks. Â WRONG!
After about a 30 minutes and my ears bleeding. Â I kindly asked the waitress if the DJ would mind turning down the music just a smidge so we could hear ourselves think, and I could hear my friends standing about 4 inches away from me. Â She responded "He's a d*ck.. but you could try." Â
Really?! Â
A. Â Why would you employ someone that is a known a$$hole, and B. You should do it anyway because from the looks of it, my friends and I are going to spend a lot more in here if you apease us, than playing bad late 90's music playing up to the skanky girls with the middle aged biker dudes trying to hit on them. Â
Next time, we'll take our cash somewhere else. Â Good luck with that DJ..
Used to love this place and then THE WAITRESS FROM HELL= how can anyone be a waitress and be so inattentive and get everything wroong- worst waitress ever, Â But we figured what the hell we'll go back (since we'd been going there alot because we're bikers)- Got the same damn waitress- deja vu!!!! Â So seriously bad my husband refused to go there again-that's really bad. Â Oh the food is not bad, ambience- local bar
Review Source:OMG!!! Talking about Trash, no literally  the whole bar was Trashy people. First all there was a cover charge, in Florence Ky, are you kidding me. in Florence to go in this trashy bar. I was intoxicated until we went to this bar. Boy did it sober me up quickly. Talking about culture shock. If you have some decency I would not recommend this bar if you call it bar.
Review Source:Yarr, fetch me grog!
I'm going to nerd out here for a moment. You ever play the Monkey Island games from back in the day? That bar you go at the beginning? That reminds me of Muggbees. A working class bar, right on the edge between suburb and rural, where the very large men working there are a necessity to handle any folk who choose to be a tinge uncivilized.
Through a combination of hilarious events that evening, I arrived at Mugbees with 4 women in tow. I wish I could say I was normally that awesome, but that evening luck dealt me a pretty nice hand of cards. Cover was $3, for really no reason whatsoever. I had $2 cash, and one of the girls instantly gave me a beer. I explained to the very rotund gentlemen, even opened my wallet, that I was a dollar short. I was hoping, ever so hoping, that they could waive a buck for the guy who singlehandedly removed the sausagefest moniker from joint that evening, and had a beer purchased for him within 10 seconds of walking in the door. The look he gave me is one I will not soon forget. I don't think a hundred Chuck Norris's could have made this guy budge on that dollar. He glanced at me with a look of utter disdain. There was no yielding on this. If it were possible for someone to control their facial muscles to simulate a brick wall, this fellow did it.
I bummed a dollar from one of the girls.
So we all find a spot at the bar. I kept my one single beer at that since someone had to drive that night, and it certainly wasn't going to be my companions. That opinion was immediately reinforced when one of them spilled their drink on themselves. I motioned to the bartender to get some napkins when I saw he had an eyepatch.
Oh my god. This night just got so much better.
So I get the Napkin Hookup (which would make a good band name) from Captain Drunk, and the girls are all over their inebriated selves cleaning up the mess. At this point some gentlemen started to take notice. Yelpers, I'm not a large fellow. The guy who decided to come over and join our conversation was. I never felt he was a threat, but one of the girls said later how he was kind of creepy. So, keep that in mind.
After a few drinks, we were out of there for the next destination. So, my short time at Mugbees can be summed up thusly:
* Customer satisfaction is not really a priority
* Pirate Bartender
* Creepy dudes
* Bad country music
* Restroom harbors new and unseen forms of life
* Cheap beer
If that's what you're looking for, then go nuts.
Umm, err, Muggbees. They have pretty decent bar food and I've been there more than once but other than that I can't think of anything nice to say. So let's move on to the negatives:
* I had a bartender who was purposely ignoring his customers and when he did wait on us he made it clear we were disturbing him.
* I once saw a heavily intoxicated chick climb onto the bar and do some pretty un-ladylike things that have permanently scarred me. This was on a weeknight at 8 pm.
* On the weekends, Muggbees turns into a hillbilly discotheque. Music inexplicably varies from Toby Keith to 50 Cent. And you will see 40-year-olds rocking the Electric Slide.
* If you're looking for a fight, this is the place to be. Luckily, the cops quickly show up, since they're waiting across the street in the gas station parking lot.
I wouldn't normally review a place like Muggbees, but I've known too many unknowing folks who have made the mistake of going here for a burger only to discover they've walked into a pre- Patrick Swayze Roadhouse.