I'll try to keep this short. I live by Poppies, so naturally I made it in. It's got a 70s dark wood, low ceiling decor. It's known for its ribs. The other menu items can be decent, but nothing to travel across town for. Old folks from area retirement communites like the place. At that age, and I mean the oxygen-bottle crowd, their taste buds favor bland food anyway. OK: I'd been in a couple dozen times. Good happy hour, very nice bar staff. I got to know the main bartender, and he wasn't a happy camper here. Kept telling me that the owner was an outright a-hole jerk. ""What, that dapper gray-haired gentleman that's greeting the old folks?"" I asked. Yup. The bartender told me he starts swilling Heinekin beers at around 5 and doesn't stop til closing. And at the end of hte night this guy has a reputation for insulting customers big time. I'd heard from some neighbors that this was the case. One time they were there and the owner trash-talked a couple that'd been coming to Poppie's for years. They were flabergasted, issued some choice words, then split, never to be seen there again. So, one night after my girlfriend and her friend left, I stayed behind. At about 10 pm the owner -- again, a gray-haired dude in a suit with a moustache -- was downing Heini's at the end of the bar. I asked him ""How's it goin?"" and he replied ""I heard you're a whore."" I thought I mis-heard him and asked him to repeat what he'd said. ""You're a whore."" I'm over 6 foot and 225 pounds. Part of me wanted to clock this idiot. Instead I got in his face and said something like Me, and my 20 friends that have been coming here the past year are now your ex-customers. He sat there drunk and dazed. A complete bozo. I walked to the door without paying my $30 tab when the bartender yelled from the other end of the bar, ""Remember what I told you? See you later.""\r
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Moral of story: don't give your money to this low life. Poppie's is a hole that doesn't deserve its customers.
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