McStone's Pub

Reviewed By:

Rusty Bedsprings

God, but this place is a dump.

You can see it's a dump from over the street. You're sure it's a dump when you get up close. You know it's a dump when you try to open the front door and it jams on the front step because the hinges are loose.

But then you walk in anyway, and most of the seats are torn and all of them wobble, just like you expected. Then you sit down, and you order a beer, and it's no surprise at all that they really have to search for a glass. Glasses are a luxury item in this place; most people drink out of the bottle. And you look around at the four other people in the bar, all of them hunched, weary, and you think to yourself "God, but this place is a dump".

Of course, you expect the beer to be skunked when it arrives, and you're not disappointed. So you sit and drink your skunked beer, your torn seat wobbling all the while, and you think to yourself "God, but this place is a dump".

On the other hand, it is the cheapest place in the neighborhood, and you know you'll never run into anyone you know in there. So it has its uses.

Reviewer's Rating

Not the greatest place in the area, but, hey - it sells beer.

Miscellaneous items of interest:

• Bartender deliberately coughs into your glass before refilling it.
• Chili moves around on its own.
• One word: "Duck!"