I don't know when this beer joint opened, as far as I can tell it has always been there. The neon sign, out by the road, is the flashiest element of the exterior view. This place looks like it might have been a Kwickie Picky or a Sack and Pack at one time, before they boarded up the plate glass windows. However, once you go inside you are transported to a bygone era where bars were lit by neon beer signs and shuffleboard reigned king. If it weren't for the smoking ban this place would surely be smoke filled. As it is, if the customer wants to light up, far be it from the management to try and stop them. The smoking ban is only enforced, by the city, upon complaint and the patrons of the Horseshoe couldn't care less if someone burns a Marlboro. The joint oozes ambiance from every direction. The jukebox selections range from Led Zeppelin and Stevie Ray to Merle Haggard and Tammy Wynette. The pool table is level and the men's room sports a three (or four, if you are friendly) man trough, for speed and ease. This is a pick up trucks in the parking lot out back type of beer joint and plenty of neighborhood patrons just walk in from the surrounding residences. If I lived a little closer to the place I could see myself hanging out there on a regular basis. If you like real, as I do, this is the place for us.
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