Gabby’s Saloon & Eatery

The gentleman caller’s softball team goes here every week after they lose (err, play) because six or more uniformed players earn themselves two free pitchers of domestic taps. Like.
I’d give it a two for the sub-​par service, the dirty tables and the food that almost always arrives crusty or cold, but as soon as the sun goes down the atmosphere turns what I like to call «ghettovisionary.» Love.

Ok so I was driving around on a Sunday afternoon and stopped on over to Gabby’s. And to my delight. it was Happy Hour ALL day with 40 cent wings! They were soo delish! Ok so the patio isn’t the Ritz Carlton of patios but sitting outside with a breeze off of the river wasn’t to bad on a hot day. Cheap wings, pretty ok strong drinks and hey there is even a meat raffle!
You can get a table all your own and be A-​O-​K with yourself or a group of peps!

Gabbys… Gabbys…hahahaha…Gabbys…GABBYS…
Oh, sorry.
I would have given this a one considering how ‘ghetto’ it is. Truly, I can’t think of a more deceiving bar. I went in there once with my friend and thought it would have been amazing, I mean, really, whose gotta a bigger sign than they do? The minute I arrived to the door, I get security checked. Hey, do I look like I would carry a gun? Me and my nerdy, dark framed glasses and trendy ass jeans?
After getting inside, I was asked if I was going to the dance floor upstairs. What? A dance floor? Upstairs? What? What? What? I was trapped! I was deceived into going into a hoochy-​mama bar to do the unce-​unce. No way jose! So, I grabbed one drink and high-​tailed outta there.
End of story.
Im giving you a two for that awesome sign out front.