It's about fuckin' time...a review of Murray's Saloon & Eatery in Big Bear, CA (our visit from November, 2012):
I fell in love with Murray’s the moment I stepped inside and my love only grew throughout my 30 minutes of being there. Because I have social anxiety, I generally avoid crowded bars, but the atmosphere at Murray’s felt welcoming…aaand there just so happened to be one last empty table for two in the corner.
I fell in love with Murray’s the moment I stepped inside and my love only grew throughout my 30 minutes of being there. Because I have social anxiety, I generally avoid crowded bars, but the atmosphere at Murray’s felt welcoming…aaand there just so happened to be one last empty table for two in the corner.
Our waitress, a weathered brunette with circus tits and a big smile came by to take our order. We ordered two pints of beer, bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers, and fried mushrooms. The total tab: about $15(!?). The bacon-wrapped jalapeno poppers were incredible. I think my asshole is still on fire.
The ambiance is a hybrid of dive bar and sports bar. Like, the walls are plastered with autographed dollar bills and the wooden tables are so distressed they're sticky, but the waitresses are cute and there are plenty of big-screen TVs so the dudebros can watch their games.
Can you find The Underbelly's dollar taped to the wall? Hint: it's under a TV.
Perfection.
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Can you find The Underbelly's dollar taped to the wall? Hint: it's under a TV.
Perfection.
**Check out the 'Resume' page for more reviews of Big Bear's dirtiest bars**
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