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To riff on a classic line from the 1998 cult classic film by Joel and Ethan Cohen (The Big Lebowski), "Sometimes, there's a bar. And sometimes, well...well, sometimes, *there's a bar*." To say that The Sportsman Tavern left an impression would be to trifle in cliches. After all, here I am--at the request of my co-travelers--writing a review for beer joint we popped into six whole months ago. This bar rules. The beer was cold, the tunes (among others, Tim "Bootyman" Wilson's artistic response to "Baby Got Back" (aptly entitled "Bootyman"); the obscure but withering ballad "Debra" by Grammy-winner Beck--wafted through the rafters, nay, through our hearts. And the prices were reasonable yet respectable for an establishment that carried the crowned jewels of West Virginia's up-and-coming and super-good craft beer scene (Greenbrier Valley Brewing Company is where's it's at; also, Freefolk and Bridge Brew Works, ya heard?). Indeed, to call The Sportsman Tavern simply a bar would risk making it sound seedy. It's a beer joint...for everyone: classy or sassy, rich or poor (well, not too poor; it is craft beer, after all), young and old. Just ask the multi-tasking father of two who we befriended and bought a round as he--as I recall it, offering his wife a well-deserved day off--attended to his two adorable kids and showed us his tasteful yet frankly befuddling tattoo of a half-woman, half-fish reminiscent of a "Bigmouth Billy Bass." Wherever you are, sir, you're great. And hopefully he's at the Sportsman Tavern, which is where you, o' reader, should be too. Get there. Be there. Live there, if they permit that kind of thing. Make friends there. Hell, we did. Three long-time pals and I have canoe-camped all over this fine country of ours. And so popping in for a couple of afternoon eight beers is not, as it were, our first rodeo. And yet here I am: singing the praises of The Sportsman Tavern. Sincerely and without any humor that could be mistaken for sarcasm, this wonderful local establishment has everything that I have come to associate with the state that my family and I now call home: quality, care, and friendliness. Go check it out, and don't forget to tip your bartender.