Mary C.
Yelp
Oh, the 'Backer...What can I say? I would now and again slip on the floor, not out of drunkenness, rather because of the beer/liquor/other-liquids-I-will-not-deign-to-inquire-about and the lack of traction on my kitten heel knee-high boots. And, yet I would make the short trek to that place without qualm the next time I had cash and/or a Saturday I could afford (or not, for that matter!) to dance, get felt up "accidently" by some Domer's friend from "back home", drink the best Long Island Iced Tea ever made, in my opinion, and just be ridiculous for a bit.
This is not a classy joint, but it has its purpose. Nothing, and nowhere, else in my life prior to, during, and after my South Bend days has earned the "pleasure" in the term "guilty pleasure" more than the 'Backer. The only comfort I get out of the fact that I was a complete and utter tease with guys, is that their disappointment was probably short-lived, due to alcohol-related memory loss and the immediate need to relieve a hangover.
Don't go here if you want to take yourself seriously. Go here if you want to take your shenanigans seriously, because whatever your style, that's what you will get.
Not worth going during the day; the night is when things get fun, crazed, and maybe even a little bit dangerous (in terms of possible fire hazards, overcrowding, structural integrity, at least)
I was very anti-Backer, because it seemed so cheesy and lame. But after I succumbed to peer pressure and came for the first time, I saw that the overriding positive vibes of everyone drinking and dancing totally beat out the minute presence of weirdos and snobs.
Dancing, drinking, kissing, hugging, and being proud of the dysfunctional culture students and ND pilgrims/fans are privy to and hold close to our hearts!
The next time I am in The Bend, I will see you again, my friend! ^_^