First let me start by saying the atmosphere when you walk in the place is that of an open barn - musty wood from beer and the smell of bus-boy tubs of half eaten plates. Its barely holding the middle of the road down of Americana. I originally was going around the corner to a bar that had a slightly more upscale customer base and better service, but it had closed out of business and I had yet to learn of it. I certainly didn't make the trip out that night to come to this place and feel like I was in a cattle factory.
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