Buggy Wheel

Talk about your neighborhood bar of bars. This one was so hard to find it was practically in someone’s backyard, I think. I had heard of this legendary dive bar. I had to experience it in a night of debauchery and too many drinks from my previous bar, Brooklyn Beer and Burgers. I figured if I were to quit drinking for the next two weeks, then I would do it at the Buggy Wheel.
The highlight at this bar the evening I went was a Laker’s/Oklahoma basketball game. I know this because every time something happened either a Laker fan would scream ear piercingly loud, or an Oklahoma fan would slam his hands on the counter in excitement. I think two fights nearly broke out in the time that I quickly drank my one beer. A strange guy with barely anything that resembles teeth kept yakking to me about bikes and women and stuff I could not understand. The other patrons were busy making moves on the waitress. I felt it best to run-​along-​little-​doggy and consider my night of dive bars to be a success and not leave it to chance of getting into a barfight. I had a lot of food and water in me so I had a nice sober ride home.