Showdown II

Being in the service industry if I have a bad experience I try not to put a place on blast but I am baffled by how incredibly horrible the customer service was at this place. It was my first time visiting and the bartenders were so unfriendly and acted like we were a burden to have at the bar. At 1:40 she came up to the table and asked us if we would like another drink and told us it was last call… we were the only people in the place. She then proceeded to go behind the bar and yell at the top of her lungs that it was last call and we needed to close our tabs. We had also put $ 5 in the jukebox so around 1:45 when I played another song she made sure to let me know the jukebox shuts off at 2… at 1:56 while we are all singing and dancing to our last song she pushes pause on the jukebox and turns off the remaining lights that were on. When we were standing by our table finishing our drinks she tells us «y’all are going to have to leave.» We were standing outside the bar at 1:58 and both the bartenders come out and peel out of the parking lot. I understand wanting to get off work on time but we weren’t lingering after hours and we weren’t being out of control… if you don’t want to work until 2, then don’t work at a bar. Needless to say the five of us in our group will not be going back.

Showdown Saloon II is next to Kincaid’s grocery and the burgers they serve. Its a bar bar type of a divey dive with a mix of regulars, down-​and-​outers, west side high brows, intellectuals, pool shooters, and chipless AA pros. One pleasant evening I left my auto at the «down» and went down twice walking home. My asphalted elbows and right palm were morning reminders of un-​uncanny balance and testaments to BTW (behind the wheel) decision making skills.
The name saloon fits few places, even in Cowtown. More stuffed animals than a lodge in Colorado. Bobcats, bucks, and bass adorn the wood paneled walls amongst the entertaining relics and signs of times past. Funky free computer use, it may be a Commodore and the down has a non-​working phone booth. The drop ceiling above the bar is really just mugs for regulars at $ 1.50 each. Mine is #284. Its a more than fair priced buzz; $ 2.50 bloodys 12 – 2 on Sundays, «happy minute» specials everyday– $ 1.35 domestic drafts at 3:00 — 3:15 and $ 2.15 import drafts at 5:00 — 5:15. High balls are cheap too and four vintage colors of wine are $ 3.65 (all very good months-​damn my satire). Free goobers if you know to ask, free darts some days, and they match cash for the kick ass jukebox. Fifteen things on the menu from a buck and a half to four all nuked or warmed in a magic oven right before your eyes. If you don’t like corn dogs, I’d pass and get a burger next door or order get a pizza from across the street. It been here since 1972, and there is no place like it…
If you hang here, like you immediately. You know who you are and where you are at. And, damn I just ended a sentence with a preposition, grammar Unilocal foul.
Down two or three and be done or Über, don’t walk home…

Good prices and great people! :) It is a great atmosphere, TV’s, 2 pool tables, foosball, and other games.