Ramey’s

When u look up dive bar in the dictionary u should see a picture of this place, just love this type of place. That being said come with cash.

Ramey’s is fucking terrible and I hate it there.
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Indeed.

Understatement is the name of the game here, folks. A quiet respite from the woes of Inkster, Ramey’s revels in its own subtlety. The neutral colors of the basement-​wood paneling soothe and relax the eye, while the faint smell of urinal cakes and stale trucker farts arrange a pleasant bouquet of scents throughout the establishment. While your olfactory senses are being massaged, feel free to take a load off in any one of the seven hundred chairs that are everywhere. Melt into your naugahyde seat and bask in the barely-​there glow of the painstakingly recreated funeral home lighting.
Obvious care has been taken to make sure all heath codes are followed, as the trash is politely relegated to the stage and the stall in the bathroom conveniently has no door, promoting the community open-​air ethos of the bar. The staff is friendly and attentive and the patrons will welcome you with open arms. All of these things work together to ensure that Ramey’s becomes almost an extended family as soon as you walk in through the beautiful threshold — the sixteen ton door slamming shut behind you with the force of five or six rhinoceros, so as to seal in all the fun.
And speaking of fun, it’s certainly something Ramey’s isn’t lacking in! The jukebox conveniently has all of your favorite Jimmy Buffet and Limp Bizkit tunes and is sure to get any party started. Pull up a seat with a couple of friends and strap yourselves in for a rousing game of video poker on any of the two machines (but be advised: it can be a bit of a wait to get a chance to play, as these machines are in pretty high demand). See if you can beat my high score!
An extensive food menu is sure to satisfy even the pickiest of eaters with a veritable smörgåsbord of options. The beer connoisseurs among us will be greeted by a cornucopia of domestic brews ranging from Bud to Bud Light and hard-​to-​come-​by imports like Labatt Blue or Labatt Blue Light. And for the health-​conscious patron, Ramey’s has thought to even include an exercise bike to work off those calories right there as you gain them.
It is quite obvious that Ramey’s has taken some pretty big steps to remain Green and environmentally-​friendly. In order to cut down electrical usage the bar floor hasn’t been vacuumed in what has to be decades, allowing for a colony of mice to form around it and clean it themselves — the organic way. The clock on the wall may or may not be plugged in to conserve some extra wattage. The walls are coated in a viscous glaze of farts, sneezes and moist depression, reminding you that Ramey’s refuses to use harsh cleaner chemicals in order to prevent toxic runoff into our beautiful nearby rivers.
So come on by! Saddle up and unwind with a nice whiskey and Big K Cola, straight from the two-​liter. Reconnect with some old friends and leave with a couple new ones. Soak up the atmosphere as the cares of the world seem to melt away. Barf wherever you like. And hey, you might even get the chance to see Ramey himself if you’re lucky enough!
The only thing holding this place back from a perfect five star review is that there are just too many chairs.