It's no secret—I LOVE a good beer.
But aside from pouring myself a 24 oz. Rolling Rock Tallboy at home—I know, I know it's not a "good" beer—sometimes you have to mix it up and head out for a beer in a different location, for a much more inflated price.
In my neighborhood, there's a cool little bar called Zazoo's (The Paul Kerseys just blasted this place to smithereens a few weeks ago). The bar is a random hodgepodge, but overall it's laid back and I enjoy this aspect of it.
Most of all, I appreciate their honestly. For example, the warning sign on their hand dryer. This hand dryer has been broken for at least 4 months. Which is common in bars. Shit breaks in bars usually by fratboy dickwads or slurring whores. Either way, it's refreshing when you come across something this honest, even if it means slightly moist pant legs.
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