Uh. What? The mere fact that this place is physically attached to the hotel I was staying in is the only reason I went in. After 650 miles of driving I wanted to decompress with a beer and to stick my face in my iPhone, catching up on everything I missed over the hours I was on the road. This…is a terrible reason to go here. There is NO reason to go here. Want a beer? Sack up and go to Ruby Tuesday’s across the street. Sadly, by the time I realized this… it was too late. I was the only person in there. My Bud Light’s born-on date was January 2nd. It was smoky — like a small bar with no airflow and no policy on smoking. How this was possible with nobody in there… is beyond me. The big neon Blue Moon sign in the window is a big fat liar, since they don’t(and never have) served Blue Moon. I was informed that it is a «northern beer.» For entertainment, there was a TV. Singular. I expected sports, reference: «sports bar» in the name. Alas, it was tuned into The History Channel, and Swamp People was on. Not sports, but mildly entertaining nonetheless. I finished my beer, paid in cash(its cash only anyways) and left just as quickly as I came.
