This is the only bar in Minneapolis, Kansas.
Although there are sports league logos on the outside, and it's called the "Sportspage Bar," this really isn't a sports bar as you might imagine it. Â No flat-screen TVs tuned to sports networks when I walked in. Â The only monitor TV set was tuned to a country radio station on satellite TV (sometimes turned down when somebody fired up the jukebox). Â It's a small-town pub.
The only beer on tap is Budweiser, and you're not going to find much better on bottle.
The flavor here is from the people. Â The couple bartending started chatting with me when I sat down, and other customers were equally nice.
Residents of Minneapolis are reflexively self-deprecating, perhaps because they know they live in a bedroom community of Salina, which is itself not much of a city, in a town that shares a name with a much better-known city in Minnesota. Â As I was leaving, the bartender said, "well, now you can go back to Chicago and tell them you know what the gates of hell look like." Â Heh, not hardly.
Will almost certainly be back if I'm in town.