No, see...this place gets 5 stars. Not because it is good. It's not. It is horrible, dirty, a little scary and it is cheap. The guy complaing about the food...REALLY, BRO?!!! YOU CAME HERE TO EAT?!!!
Fail. You go to OBT for cheap pitchers of Miller Lite. For jell-o shots. For cheap pitchers of...whatever.
Cheap. Horrible. Perfect. OBT.
Whew, OBT. This is a tough one to write. how do i explain how I feel about you? We love getting together, and when we do we have SUCH GOOD TIMES.
Well, except for like two nights ago when i though i was going to have to crack some heap of garbage over the head after he cracked wise at my wife. Twice the size of me, half the brains.
But when we're having fun, we have fun, right? You and me, OBT. Dancing to the Jackson 5, sharing beer with people, relaxing with good folks after a hard days work or watching some football on the big screens they bring out on Sundays.
When things go south, they do get pretty bad though, huh? Unlike my other dive bar loves, you seem to attract a lot of brosauce bullshit. Is it your proximity to Moravian? Why is it that Friday nights are so creepy and then Mondays are so fun? Why do i have to worry about the various garbage heaps i have already spoken of, mouthing off and looking for trouble?
OBT, we have a pretty fucked up relationship. But I just...I just can't quit you.