Have I ever mentioned how much I love a crappy little bar?
Crappy little bars aren't pretentious - they don't judge or pontificate on whether or not your wardrobe is apropos. Crappy little bars don't care.
Crappy little bars might not be on the right side of the tracks - although I don't entirely understand what the wrong side looks like. I grew up in a trailer park - tracks are irrelevant.
Crappy little bars know that you are just a person, who wants to have fun. Fun is to be had regardless of whether or not there are signs on the men's and women's bathrooms. Fun is to be had whether or not the taps have been cleaned, the floors mopped or the band practiced.
Crappy little bars don't trouble themselves with details like silverware, candlelight or ambiance.
Crappy little bars remind me of the type of man I'd like to one day meet. Real. Zero judgement. 100% acceptance.
A crappy little bar doesn't care where you bought your jeans or whether your shoes are Nine West or Wal-Mart clearance. Crappy little bars want to know that you are here for the experience, that you are here for the show. And nothing, but nothing else matters.
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Let's see, crappy little bar. Are there three taps; Bud, Bud Lite, and Imported? (Assuming the imported brand is trucked in from Canada). Does the bartender have a tattoo on her arm of an AK47 with the logo "World Piece"? On the floor, do they have peanut shucks, cigarette butts and the guy who was hitting on Big Jake's girlfriend? Yeah, I think I've been in that bar.
Louie's- Next the Smartshop on North Street--one of best crappy little bars in town. Wanna go?
Funny - that's the exact bar that prompted the post. You missed good fun on Friday, J! Hopefully again soon.
I know where your love of "Crappy little bars" originated. Your grandpa spent many hours with you and your sister in the good old LLT. You were happy just so long the Shirley Temples kept coming. Grandpa even brought his own cherries just to make sure you always had one or two in your drink. My have the times ever changed. Today he would probably be arrested for taking minors into a"Crappy little bar".
Long Lake Tavern ... now THAT'S a crappy little bar :-)
xo,
M
I can't believe you didn't mention the wild game display. I wonder if they had a Nut Hut.
dear lord, that's right. It was practically a stampede of stuffed animals (and not in a friendly teddy bear way, but a fully-antlered and fang way)
My favorite crappy little bar is no more. Mr. Wonderful's was a smokey, cramped and filthy little place on Portage Rd. On a good night, the band was worth the cover charge. On not so good nights . . . well, at least the beer was cheap.
If your "band was worth the cover charge" is Out of Favor Boys on Thursdays - don't worry - you'll find them all over town still. At the Blackhawk soon, I think...
M - that is exactly the group I was referring to, always enjoyed them. I need to get out and get my blues fix. Any good blues clubs in the area?
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