So I hopped into my friend's car one day after school and he said, "Let's go to Chicago." We were in Champaign.
We ended up taking a random exit out of I-57, and by chance chose the lovely, 600-person town of Buckley, IL, and happened upon this lovely bar.
Walking in, this bar immediately screamed "1 star." It smelled putrid of cigarettes. Lighting was stale. There was no drink menu!
But there were little golden sparkles:
1- free, solid pool table (which we used)
2- a barber shop in the back (???? what? but the barber was this sweet old man)
3- a nice little table with a new deck of cards
4- a soft-spoken, friendly bartender.
6- a row of fully running, new-looking video casinos.
We left ultimately because of the clientele. One of the old, drunk men (looked like a group of regulars) asked my guy friend: "Are you trying to get into her pants? I bet you can't, they're so tight."
I wouldn't say I'd ever go back, but this place does have its redeeming points. read more