Do you guys ever go to the peanut downtown? I mean, just the worst service in the world. Dirty plates sitting on top of kegs that are aligned the wall, but I can't stay away. Those wings and that blue chz.
You don't go to the 'nut for a white table cloth affair. You go to the 'nut for cheap keg beer and delish wings. The service walks a fine line between absolutely pathetic and charming. It's exactly what I want out of a place of this sort.
Well, yeah. Also, between the gay bartender who dishes his hot nights out with the fellas and the ape crap crazy bartender with piercings who has you take shots with him to the point of blacking out and him covering your tab, there's never a dull moment.