"Yikes". Â That is what I thought as soon as I walked into this place. Â
"Wtf." Â That is what I thought when a grimy looking man came up to me and asked me if my mother frequents this place because I look just like I could be related to one of the regulars...as he stroked my arm with his calloused hand.
"Barf". Â That is what I thought after my boyfriend got his cheeseburger sliders and was interrupted 8 MINUTES later (*note: enough time for him to have eaten all of them) by the cook who said, "You know, I think I'm going to take these back and make you some new ones. Â They just didn't smell right." Â !!!
"Honestly?" Â That is what I thought when the cook came back out with new sliders and told my boyfriend that she is "new at this whole cooking thing." Â
Umm yeah, we definitely will NOT be going back there again.
Most of the year, the Spanked Puppy is a white-trash bar if I've ever seen one. But, during the summer, it's Burlington's best-kept secret. There's a huge patio out back with a Japanese garden (in Colchester? Who knew?), a bocce ball court, and the only outdoor pool table I've ever seen. There's a window on the back of the building to serve booze outdoors, and inside, there's some greasy food to go along with that cheap beer.
Sure, the crowd may be missing a few teeth, but "taking things outside" here isn't a threat, it's an offer you can't refuse.