"In a town filled with too much construction and even more high rises, Santa’s Pub offers some needed big-city escapism. Located in a double-wide trailer, this converted bar has zero frills—just painted plywood walls, Christmas lights, a small stage, and a random extension ladder that looks recently used. There’s not a Patagonia vest or teeny weeny beanie in sight, and the ceilings are very, very low which makes the whole place feel pretty intimate. They specialize in cold beer and surprisingly great karaoke that’s definitely more Reba and less Chappell. Go on a Sunday night for a High Life or three, and you’ll also find the house band, a group of legitimate studio and touring musicians, playing covers of Buck Owens, Alan Jackson, and Hank Jr." - adam sloan