That which we call family isn’t so much a tree as it is a confluence of tributaries flowing into a common river. Those tributaries carry culture, genetics, reputation, damage, pride and other unknown specters flowing beneath the surface of those muddy waters.
What can I say? It's definitely a locals' hangout and a bonafide dive bar. The beer is cold and comes in bottles. It's the kind of place you probably won't get stabbed as long as you're not a jerk, but you might get tossed out the door by the patrons if you're rude to the bartender.