You can’t make this shit up…
Yes. Please ask for the broccoli margarita at the bar.
No. We also accept pickup trucks, lawn mowers, bicycles, and poor life choices.
Not at all. You’ll probably have the place to yourself and a personal bartender named Steve.
Absolutely. As long as it can hold its liquor.
Depends on the family.
No. We just aggressively hug while covered in mayonnaise for tradition.
No. We politely ask you to balance them on the fence.
Only if you fear laughter, loud engines, and making new friends.
That’s between you and your bartender. Tip Well!