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In some ways,this place is a hole. The chairs are uncomfortable. The speakers in the bar sound like a rusty trombone. On busy nights, I've seen cleaner restrooms at Cheeseman Park. But hole or not, it's a tight fit for the up and coming progressive community thriving in Antique Row. Antique my heiny!! What a misnomer. This neighborhood is flowing with young blood, teeming with all kinds of stuff. It's a vibrant, throbbing area. I go down constantly. After cruising the many alternative bars and men's movie houses that line Broadway, nothing cleanses the palate like a fistful of handmade chips and spicy salsa from the community bowl put on each table here by the servers. They're bottomless. If you want a stiff one, the pros behind the bar have a firm grasp on the situation and are unusually eager to accommodate. They'll even hold your gluten for you . A greasy palm helps,since it's anything for a Buck in this biz. Tongue in cheek, of course. They do work hard, so if you don't want to be a pain in their rear, butter these guys up. I order my margs frozen, the fruitier the better. It's their specialty. How good are they? I'll suck the tumbler bone dry, grab the stem and lick the bottom for any remaining droplets, then work on the sugared rim. Now nothing slides in easier than a two-fisted burrito, and you can't beat the meat here. Add refried beans for an alluring brownness and that familiar organic texture. My personal preference is the red chile, and I have to have sour cream. Love the creamy stuff. On the whole, it's pretty tasty, and it's a gay, festive atmosphere to boot.There's a kind of urban Brokeback Mountain thing going on, but they don't shove it down your throat. Decor? Subtle southwestern, I guess. So bottoms up, boys, and thumbs too, for this iconic Queen City beanery. Nothing could be finer than a politically correct diner.
Pros: Margs, Burritos, Neighborhood
Cons: Acoustics
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