Raul G.
Yelp
The first time I went to this place was in early October, 12ish on a Friday. The joint was deader than a doornail, but fear not, the manager generously permitted us to bring in our bikes. Oh, but don't get too excited, they insisted we leave our precious high-end mountain bikes near the door. Evidently, they harbored fears that our top-tier cycling contraptions might turn their humble abode into a realm of unparalleled bicycle grandeur.
Fast forward to November, we went there again - the joint resembled a ghost town once again. But this time, the overlords at this fine establishment had a change of heart. No longer were they the benevolent guardians of our cherished bikes. Oh no, this time, they callously refused us entry with our bikes, insisting we park them outside. We, in our audacity, dared to propose leaving our bikes on the side near the grass - a suggestion met with a resounding "no."
Feeling the sting of rejection, we hightailed it out of there and descended upon Downtown Joe's, where our bikes were welcomed with open arms. And what do you know, we generously sprinkled over $300 on drinks and food.
I'm baffled, truly. Why on earth would a place turn away the noble breed of bikers? It's an outdoor venue, for crying out loud! They must be rolling in cash, considering both times I ventured into this wonderland, it resembled a post-apocalyptic wasteland. Well, my friends, you won't catch me spinning my wheels back to this joint. I'll gladly toss my hard-earned cash elsewhere, where the welcome mat is rolled out for both me and my majestic two-wheeled steed.
Their beer is average and their fish tacos cannot beat the restaurant chain Rubio's. Good luck staying in business.