hey hip guy,

blue collar happy hour is about to punch you in the piehole.

take your ripped tank top, skinny jordache, capri menthols, white belt, and tsunami of hair and carry your ass back to your aunt kathys couch until next year.

at that point, im sure the mohawk will close us down again to let you all back in to talk about bowies vision for the apocalypse, joy divisions impact on foreign policy, how everything is a dylan rip off which is a guthrie rip off, and how amy winehouse is the future of music. until then, we need to make room for drinkers and good timers.

so for now, day drinking is the new black and its fucking back. strap on your boozin boots and have a mid day whiskey, gnaw on a beef jerky, and arm wrestle a hot bartender for sweaty cash. youll have some dough for gamblin, because the drinks are so damn cheap. take a load off at the grizzly after work...listen to some muddy waters...and help us bring day drinking back to the people who earned it = the american workin man.

cheers,

grizzly
happy hour
wed-sat
5-8pm