Claudia A.
Yelp
I. love. The. Silver. Spigot.
A friend told me to meet her there and warned me multiple times, "Be sure to park in the front! Don't park in the back!"
I repeat: PARK IN THE FRONT! NOT THE BACK!
Ahem, drinks are super cheap and they make you forget about the sad outdated Budweiser girls posters. There's a pool table, I suck at pool, I kept knocking over the cues and thought I was going to get stabbed, but nobody gave a shit.
Apparently, the regulars are country music fans. There was a lady who, confided to us that she was "drunk as a skunk" and kept shouting "Yeeee-haawwww" every minute or so, and she asked us if we liked country music. I told her, "I am going to be honest with you, no." I expected her to be like, "OH HELL NO!" and challenge me to a knife fight in the back, but no, she appreciated my honesty. At some point, I did dance with her to country, then hip-hop. Yes, I think I lost the last bit of "street cred" I had after that night :(
There was a major jukebox war going on. Country. Heavy Metal. Hip Hop. I don't even know.
Despite our differences in musical taste, the regulars at the Spigot are friendly, colorful, and rather 40 and over individuals who know how to have a good time.
I didn't give it 4 stars because there are two restrooms.
A men's room.
And a "This restroom is for ladies and handicapped only."
Silver Spigot thinks ladies and people with disabilities are to be clustered in one social category.
Yeeeeeeeeeee-haw.