The latest issue of a weekly rag in this town features its annual "Best Of..." winners. One of the category winners happens to be a nearby bar, specifically one I first began frequenting when I relocated here. It's just off the main road, attached to what looks like a couple of makeshift row homes that are actually empty retail spaces. In front of the building sits a small parking lot, with some more spaces across the street and in the adjacent dirt lot. The dirt lot is often jam-packed on weekend afternoons, thanks to the restaurant area being largely kid and pet friendly. A friend and I started spending many evenings at this place, mostly due to the fact it was accessible by taking side streets, avoiding any bar-closing hour patrols. Back in the day I guess this place was sort of a rough house - there's still a few bullet holes visible in the ceiling. The front entrance leads you into the dining portion of the space. Lots of wooden tables, chairs, and booths...