Let me preface this by saying: I. LOVE. CHEERS. My goodness, I’ve never found a watering hole like this one. Sometimes you do want to go where everybody knows your name, and when I go to Cheers, that’s definitely the case! On a Tuesday a while back my morning alarm went off, and while I was tempted to hit the snooze button, I chose not to…I had a breakfast date with happiness at my favorite bar, Cheers!
Just like famous activist Ice Cube said, today was going to be a good day.
First step: call my homie g-fresh Skids to pick up a touch of Peruvian marching powder. For a full day of drinking, you gotta go in prepped for stamina.
Skids was good to go, so I hopped on my bike and headed that way. 436 is pretty busy, so I took the side streets. Rolling up to Skids’ place, something seemed off, but I really needed that sweet nose candy, because I was going to drink all day, so I went inside.
I shouldn’t have.
I walked in, and there’s Skids, sitting in his underwear laughing himself to death surrounded by mountains of booger sugar. There’s a pile of cash on the floor, and he’s clearly taken some of the acid he had sitting next to him. He was throwing donut after donut against the wall and not making any sense. I tossed some cash on the table and grabbed a bag of what I needed. And a little taste of the acid.
The ride to Cheers was STRANGE. Fire hydrants were becoming dragons, oak trees were talking to me, and the road started to become mushy. I kept pushing forward, though, as I sank into the road. I had a day of drinking planned, and nothing, not even this squishy road, was going to stop me. I had to get there.
I began to shed clothing layers, one at a time, in an effort to get to the bar, but soon had exhausted all of my energy and blacked out.
I awoke several days later on the shore of a secluded retention pond without and clothes and covered in mud.
Was I still in time for happy hour?
Of course. Because at Cheers, every hour is...
Read moreI am one of the Administrators for the New York Bears (Minor League Football). We had our National Championship game that afternoon at Brantley High School. The Team Owner tasked me with finding a location for a post game celebration. We are from New York, I am not familiar with the area. So I reached out to the Local Chamber of Commerce more than a week in advance for recommendations. Never heard back from them....Sad because that's one of their duties. Anyway, so here we are a few hours before kickoff and I was driving about a mile away from the field. Something told me to look left. I saw a sign that says "Cheers". I made a U-turn, walked into Cheers. It was exactly what the Bears Team Owner wanted. He didn't want anything fancy. Just Beers, Shots, Wings and Burgers. Because the guys would be coming from a game, sweaty and stinking 🤣😂🤣. I spoke to the Manager - Marissa, and she was all for it. She welcomed the idea of Hosting the New York Bears. She made some last minute preparations and they were ready for us. This was totally awesome because I walked in off the street, no appointment or mutual friends. Just introduced myself and we had a place for a large group celebration.....hoping we would've Won. We won the Game!!! Cheers Altamonte hosted the 2025 Minor League Football National Champions- The New York Bears for their National Championship Celebration!!!!
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Read moreMy friends and I walked into this bar to grab a bite to eat after a long day of moving in. We really just wanted some wings and burgers. We grab a table, nobody said hello. Finally a bartender comes out still doesn't say hi. Only, do "y'all want drinks". We inform her that we would like menus. So before we get to see a food menu, we are all carded as if we ordered drinks. Very puzzling. The guy who carded us had a very sarcastic, condescending tone as well. I've never felt more unwanted in an establishment. Keep in mind My friends and I are almost 30. We were treated like minors who were underage drinking. Needless to say we left. They will never earn my business. Try learning some customer service and stop stereotyping. If you're in search of a honky tonk, redneck experience, by all means check out this bar. It's dark and dirty and I wouldn't doubt that they have roaches....
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