When I think of the word “roadhouse,” I am invariably made to remember the classic Patrick Swayze movie of the same name. For those of you that have not had the chance to sample this sublime piece of cinema, I highly recommend it.
Unfortunately, the 2Feathers bears little resemblance to the Double Deuce that Dalton so lovingly defends from the onslaught of Brad Wesley’s goons. As thus, both these establishments’ designation of “roadhouse” is the thin line keeping me from using a highly ineffective non sequitur to begin my review of the 2Feathers.
Instead of being on a dusty Texas highway, the 2Feather’s roadhouse resides in a mini-mall. Take note, as this is your first indication that you are in for a very pedestrian experience.
Everything about this place screams “average.” The place has a very standard bar menu, very standard beer selection, and a very standard plastic and wood décor. I have been there several times and each time even the food was bland and without spice or flair.
The 2Feather’s website claims this bar to be “MID-MICHIGAN'S Hottest Social Place.” This statement would have been much more accurate had they appended it with “if you’re a biker.” For some reason this place is very popular with bikers. Bland Bikers. You’re not going to see Hell’s Angels fighting with pool cues or duking it out with some “dude” who looked a little too long at his “old lady.” Heaven forbid this place get even a little bit of character. Instead, it’s the much more benign species of biker known as the suburban biker: Bob, the accountant who bought a bike to ride after work and on weekends.
Unless you’re out for a very average experience, I recommend you keep looking as this place has little to offer except to the most banal of consumers.