This is the first review update I have ever written.  Typically if I enjoy a place I keep going back and have experiences that affirm the reason I reviewed them the way that I did.  Longbranch.  Your clientèle (the lecherous, creepy, social degenerates who are married to you via the mixed drink on the bar in lieu of a wife/friends) should all come with warning labels affixed.  They should have to wear t-shirts that alert the general public just how socially challenged they are so that people with a lighter gag reflex than myself can run in the opposite direction.

Female friend and I walk in and see same “regular drunk” I made mention of in original review playing pool.  He smiles and greets us with no recollection we spent plenty of uncomfortable time together.  He can still stand up and put sentences together so we acknowledge him politely and sit down.  Order a pitcher of beer and park it at a high top.  I should make mention that it is 4 in the afternoon and the place is packed with about 20 men who are already wasted.  I step outside to contribute to my premature death and behind me, the peanut gallery.  Three slobbering bandana-sporting redneck style drunks who find it appropriate to make commentary to each other about me and my friend like I can’t hear them knowing full well that I can.

“Yea blondie over there is too good to talk to us.  She wouldn’t want to talk to us.  She’s sitting in there with that latino lesbian”

I promptly inform them that referring to my friend as a latino lesbian is a self defeating statement since a latino is a male and a lesbian is a woman who likes other women.  

They call me a sophisticated dyke and laugh it up like they just delivered a Dave Chappelle quality punch line.  This situation is seriously not worth my breath or time so I go back inside.  These guys are clearly regular asshats so they take the time to inform a fair portion of the bar that we are gay because we didn’t want to talk to them.  

The only redeeming quality is the service.  The bartenders and servers are outstanding, go above and beyond the call of duty to please you and suffer daily in this environment.  We stayed for a few more beers talking to the pleasant employees, moved to the opposite side of the table so that don’t have to look at the crowd looking at us and enjoyed our time.  Final straw: seemingly blacked out bubba actually pulls my friends hair on the way to the restroom.  He reaches out and tugs on it.  It’s a good thing I hadn’t seen that happen or they would have quickly found out who the man in the ‘relationship’ is.  Thats ground for a punch in the face.  Or an index finger to the chest, that would have been enough to knock him over I think.  Longbranch, its no wonder there are not women in your bar.