Ben S.
Yelp
Oh, history
Oh, authenticity
Oh, FUN
I parked in this nether region and meandered toward the bar with the thumping of the music within resonating as I approached. The banter of the smokers outside made me pause - interesting patrons bodes well.
Came in, and the (expected) darkness/redness hit me. So, too, the deep real-bass grooves. And the smell of age - you CANNOT buy that, but man, would I ever bottle it. (I've smelled it in select, more patient Milwaukee, Chicago, Minneapolis, Philadelphia, and Louisville establishments, for example...that legitimate gravitas that no one's washed off and varnished, thinking the citizenry will mind it.).
The darkness and decorative taxidermy are a draw of their own. So too the Agatha Christie and Zane Grey novel inlays within the bar. The beer selection and pricing is ripe for your picking. The crowd is friendly, lively, and not overly suffocating (though they are vocal) during a Friday midnight's music session.
Proceeded to grab my Schlitz and meatball sandwich. Cocktails? Probably elsewhere, please. Beer? Very well. Food? Dig IN. The meatball sandwich is recommended not because other elements are incapable, but because this dish is American institution-good. Meatballs that warm your heart, remind you of love, and come with bread that could sufficiently keep Wyoming warm if draped appropriately. You want this.
Bring cash, and indulge. I've not sold Vincent's enough, and it deserves better than mere Yelping...bring friends, talk it up, and don't keep it hidden - let Vincent's set an example for others on how to keep American bars strong.
This joint makes me wanna holler!