We have gone to watch football on sunday mornings at this Biker Bar called the Creekside Lounge...sketchy little place, but it's quiet.
Except for the 2.5 hour span of crazy bikers who arrive midmorning to midday for a quick drink and carousing before continuing on their way.
Funny place...complete with oil paintings of bear breasted women of the late 70's and early 80's...yes some of my favorite classic looks...
We watched the Pats Niners at 10 am and walked across the street to get Pancakes with toasted macademia nut cream sauce.... O M G...so good.
As usual breakfast with a beer, and to make us look all tough and shit, I walked up and ordered a bourbon to start my sunday off right....or very wrong depending on how you looked at it..
Actually nice people some mild shit talkers and dick's that were super loud and ridiculous but the funniest thing.
at noon they put out this free spread...
out comes a bucket of steamy sweaty hot dogs in a canister and all the fixing's...tha't's right wash it all down with free dirty water dogs....
I ate one...the person besides me musters..."I Have been coming here for five years....and I have not ate one hotdog" not sure how to react to that one...
gastroenteritis and I'm out.
Lots of leather and wannabe Hell's Angel types but a really ecclectic mix. Best thing, nobody there most of the time and they are more than accomadating with the satellite TV to get all the games, started to watch the Sox Angels game... but too many dirty water dogs...too many drinks...it was like 2 in the afternoon, we retreated to the house to watch DVR of game.
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