Let me rephrase my thoughts on this bar. Sort of tucked in on the long-forgotten side of town where industry once ruled. From the unpretentious exterior to when you open the door and cross the threshold it is like stepping back in time. Raw wood walls with a patina from a multitude of celebrations adorned with various framed newspaper clipping and plaques of little league sports teams that were sponsored in the ’70s and ’80s. Old fashioned pool hall lights dimly light the place. A smell lingers in the air that you can only describe as an old bar smell, beer, burgers, and sweat. I pull up to an old cracked vinyl bar stool the bartender calls out “what are yea drinking?” my reply “whatever IPA you have on tap” was met with a quick “what regular beer in a can?” “Yuengling please” he smiles “That I can do” I was sitting right in front of the grill where I saw some of the biggest burgers I have ever witnessed being made. I saw one double cheeseburger with bacon that would feed a family of four for a week. Wiping my drool off the bar I ordered a Redneck Ruben made with turkey instead. Oh my, it was delicious!! A barmaid would pick up my beer ever two minutes. It never had a chance to sit empty. The guy next to me struck up a conversation we talked about his time the in Iraq with the military and how as bad as the war was how it turned his life around, carp fishing and the North Carolina mountains I nibbled on homemade chips and drunk cold beer as I listened to his story’s I sort of hated to leave but I must be getting home. Cute barmaid’s, amazing food, cold beer, and good people. Some may call it a dive bar but sure feels like home sometimes.