Skankfest! This place is sad and depressing! It put the Springer in Jerry Springer. Skuzzy, sleezy, dirty, creepy, lonely and desperate. Can a place really be all of these things… Yes. Get you a sixer and drink it at the house before trying to belly up to this beast. There is no real solid grill option best as I can tell either, and even if there was, I wouldn’t eat one crumb, not ONE, from this sticky, stinky, sordid spot of spiritless souls. You will need a shower after leaving here. You’ll want to wash your body inside and out. Proud Mary’s, o’ tavern of title derived from crappy song ever-delivered by every crappy cover band ever to exist? Have you no shame? Have you no pride, as to be so proud as you proclaim on your façade?
