Two words: as advertised.
The Trailer Bar is in a trailer. Upon entering, you will (assuming you go at the right time) see a trailer full of Southerners, drinking beers, playing the jukebox, and having fun. We went on a Saturday and the wait for the bar in the center of the joint was 2-3 deep.
I ordered the Trailer Trash specialty drink (the far wall has a list of all the liquor they serve and their prices--I didn't see this until after I ordered, so make sure to look behind you if you want some guidance!). It was $6, served to me in a plastic cup, and tasted a little like a sex on the beach. Delicious. I could have pretty easily gotten... trashed... on it if I had kept ordering them.
As Miss P. mentioned, this is a great bar for local flavor, so give it a try even if it doesn't sound like "your thing."
We drove by, it looked awesome. Made a mental note to go back. Â Obviously if there is a bar in a trailer, you go. End of story.
If only it were that easy, that is just where the story began. Â Captain Sax was there spittin some mean karaoke game and the best friend and I had to ditch the dead weight (the husband and boyfriend) and hang at this place Hans SOLO.
Had a killer time with cheap drinks, lots of laughs and some very entertaining locals. Â We left the bar soon after Captain Sax left (the juke box was not really providing enough musical entertainment for our taste).
Overall, I had pretty much exactly the experience I was hoping for, except for the guy that let out and SBD and nearly cleared the place out. Â Not to worry though, my friend and I were happy to point him out and let everyone know exactly where the stench was wafting from.