THE ZEBRA ROOM – for when I get my oil changed at Scott Robinson Chrysler Dodge Jeep Ram
THE THIRSTY CLUB – for Filipino class
THE SPORTSMAN – for when I want emphysema. Or potluck food. Or men over 65.
THE BOUNTY ROOM – for when I need beer served in a goblet.
Finding the Bounty Room was like spotting water in a desert. We needed a bar, and there it was.
Chad and I walk inside and are welcomed with open arms. The bartender is sweet as a peach and upon us learning that it’s a beer and wine only establishment, offers me wine options - because I’m a classy lady, clearly - and I select white zinfandel - because classy ladies drink pink wine.
The majority of the patrons appear to be locals, drinking beer (and Mountain Dew!? Yeah, I saw you drinking one, red shirt guy) and shooting pool. I particularly like the motif – 70s-style fake rock wall, sexy beer posters, a bunny calendar....
Drinks are very affordable, and FYI, it’s cash only.
My experience was only slightly tainted by an all-country soundtrack, but hey, I'm a trooper and can handle twenty minutes of Kenny Chesney.
See you soon, Bounty Room!