Michael N.
Yelp
My Beaver is Thirsty. Where do I take him for liquid refreshment that dare I say, is cheap and ice cold like the Rockies? Okay, duh, I get it!
The building is completely detached with empty lots all around and looks like that guy who refused to sell out to the big greedy corporate developer (or so I imagine). The rain didn't stop me from this beacon in the night, but the drunken patron who almost shattered my iliac crest until he realized I was six inches in front of his vehicle almost did. He looked frazzled, astonished and anxious, almost to the point of vomiting on his dashboard. With a resounding "WTF?!!!" and a gentle flick of the wrist which gracefully produced a fluttering bird, I trudged onward.
The entry was tented, with smokers and drinkers alike huddled and chatting. A voice reached out and said "Hi! We're the welcome committee! Come on in!" So I did. If you're looking for a pint of freshly poured craft beer, turn around and exit from whence you came. If you want a Tecate tallboy for $3, pull up a stool, have a listen to George Jones on the juke and prepare to watch the Hee Haw crew pop up from the cornfield with some chicken fried zingers.
Above the juke and to the right, just might be the man who started it all, a stuffed beaver quenching his thirst with a PBR. Just what is he thinking? "Why are they bras hanging everywhere?", "There's not enough country music on the jukebox", "Is the pool table open yet?" He is a mysterious beast. You can probably find your own answer, my friend, at the bottom of a bottle of tequila.
If you close your eyes, you can almost hear the Texas roadhouse. Open them quickly and you will see a cross sectional microcosm that represents Charlotte; from blue collar to white collar, hipster to hippie. Regardless if you're local or just adventurous, grab a cold one and make some new friends.