That's a Bar?.
Toward the end of my travels for the evening, it seemed like a good idea to wander from TK Bitterman's to Ruthie's. I'm not sure why we went there, to be honest, I had just sprained my ankle trying to walk on an even sidewalk so going a few blocks wasn't necessarily in my best interests.
It's reasonable to assume that you can drive by a bar and not notice it... but we weren't driving, we were walking... and we still didn't notice it. I'm not sure if there wasn't a sign or if it was too dark to see a sign... but nonetheless, we found our way in.
We got in and it was... well... not really awesome or anything. It's not that there was anything particularly wrong with it, it was just... there. The bartender was pleasant enough as she and her boyfriend talked to us and ate pizza... I think they offered us pizza... so that was cool. There were maybe 3 or 4 people there, none of which caught my interest by any means.
Nothing else to really say about it... it was just there. No real personality to speak of.
Montrose-area dive bar for cheap beer, dependable jukebox selections and a must-see men's room..
Dive bar connoisseurs may take issue with the updated exterior of Ruthie's, but the inside is still as charming as ever. All of the dive bar standards are here, including a killer jukebox, smoker-friendly atmosphere, pool table, cheap domestic pitchers and seriously good eavesdropping. Catch the latest game on the large-screen TV.
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