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Shout out to Mr. Derek, an earlier service. Whenever I needed a beer, he was there with another one for me. You get delicious, fat bar food for cheap. $1 beer on Tuesday. Friendly service, friendly people. All about a great dive. View all feedback.
We went there to see the Green Bay Packer football match. The drinks prices were reasonable and the bartenders were very friendly. As a bonus they had free grill sandwiches and popcorn. Packers won what made it even better.
North of Cheyenne. Miguel said he knew an old friend from the Navy who set up a life around these parts. Just the sort of man I 'd need to help me get my hands on some items. I don 't know the lay of the land. All I had was a barely legible number written on a bar napkin. I pulled over to a phone box on the side of the road and called. A gruff voice, worn no doubt from years of that tobacco and Thai whiskey, answered. My name 's Jack. My friend Miguel said I could call you if I needed some... I paused ...supplies . He hung up on me. Miguel told me he might. I tried again and the phone rang interminably without getting picked up. I hung up and kept at it. Eventually I gave up. I smoked for a while next to the phone booth, pondering all the great mysteries. My thinking was interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered. Bronco Bar. Tonight. That was it. No details. I arrived at the bar that afternoon and set up at the bar. The bartender was a slender man who introduced himself as Cody. I didn 't care for the name and his cheery nature seemed inappropriate for the location. I took advantage of a happy hour deal that had me 7 pints in with barely a dent in my pocket. My face was warm from the alcohol and the orange embers from the setting sun lulled me into a state of contentment I hadn 't enjoyed since I was back east. Around 7, after a few locals found their way to the pinball machine, a behemoth of a man trudged to me. He didn 't make eye contact. How 's Miguel? I stared straight ahead. Two kids and a 9-5 . For him that 's making it. We 're not all cut from the same cloth. He chuckled. It seemed unfamiliar to him but I sensed he and I were probably a lot like. That 's why Miguel gave me his info I 'm sure. Talk business now or are you ordering? I asked Haven 't eaten all day. And the wings here are great. Crispy but not over cooked. A real deal. And as part of their happy hour you can 't do any better. We drank away the night, side by side, commiserating about the lives we lead. Last call came around like a Jehovas witness, unwelcome, offering light where I wanted darkness. The clamor of drunks stumbling to the driveway, a soon-to-be regretted one-night stand in the works between a couple of twenty-somethings. The night was over for me and my drinking companion. Follow me, he said, getting up from the bar, throwing some cash down, and walking to the exit. In the parking lot, he lit up a cigarette and leaned against an SUV. It was more befitting of a soccer mom. But when you run guns, it helps not to stand out. Mile marker 68. It 's about 2 miles east. He got into his car and pulled out. I took one last look at the bar. Good service.
Hung out here a few nights while in town. Friendly staff. Nice outdoor patio. Overall was a great country bar atmosphere.
Shout out to Mr. Derek, an earlier service. Whenever I needed a beer, he was there with another one for me. You get delicious, fat bar food for cheap. $1 beer on Tuesday. Friendly service, friendly people. All about a great dive.
Stopped in town for the night for work in Lingle. A decent collection of different types liquors and alot of vodkas and Canadian whiskey. The sirloin steak was awesome. No steak sauce needed at all. They have a med size dance floor in the back and I guess bands on fridays. Def the place to be in town. The only complaint I had was there were a few flies while I ate. A sinhle fly trap outta gix this Also I think this is now called Bronchos