Cheers 54

Perfect little country dive bar! Amazing prices, cold beer, friendly staff, pool tables, darts and karaōke!

IGNORE ANY REVIEWS BEFORE 2015. NEW OWNER! NEW OWNER!
This is your classic dive bar. If you’re expecting anything else, go somewhere else.
As a professional dive bar patron, I give Cheers several thumbs up. My only regret is the lack of snack options but, again, dive bar. There are restaurants near at hand for the munchies.
Cheers is a place where the locals care. Yes, they may write on the walls, but they can spell correctly, so we’re already steps ahead of the competition.
The music can be eclectic and they have a jukebox that scours the Internet. I’ve only ever been unable to find one song and, trust me, that was fair. I’ve gone in and run the jukebox for hours with my hippie music and never heard a single complaint. Not that I would have listened.
The DJ’s are well versed in music (haha) and they have a fun trivia night every week that can be a blast.
The bartenders and security staff rock it. They know when it’s a joke and they know when to escort people out. I’m a nice young lady, in her late 30’s and of small frame. I don’t often feel perfectly safe and secure in a bar but Cheers is one that I do.
Looking for a quiet place to hang out during the day and aren’t a big fan of natural sunlight? Cheers is your answer. I often bring my laptop and use the free wi-​fi to work.
This is a small town and options are limited. The other two dives, well, one has a rule against profanity so if you swear, you’re out. I’m pretty sure the other one is a front for drugs or human trafficking or something — no one ever there yet they’ve been open for over a year? Wtf.
I recommend this place and, if you do hop in, say hi to Tami.

Mayberry in the jerry springer years. The captain and coke tastes like seltzer water, the whiskey sour is missing a few things. All together I loved it, but I’m a masochistic moron.

Ive been here unfortunately twice to meet up with a old friend.
Once I had a passport taken as ID for a card and it was never returned and lost.
This last time I went some ass-​clown vandalised my motorcycle to hell while I was inside. I called all week cause they have cameras outside and I was fucked off all week. noone would return my calls and the manager is impossible to get a hold of.
Id never usually say this but Fuck this redneck bar. unless you like asshole all coked up and singing badly then go for it.
If the place closed I’d be happy.

This is a definite local dive. Be prepared for cheap beer and smelling like smoke… Karaōke is great for people watching.