Lunker's — Restaurant in Normal

When I was struck by 2006 Honda Civics on the streets of Normal IL on a cold day, 7:38 A.M. October 21st 1993, I thought I would never feel my toes again. My left hipbone was found in the next town over, and my Medulla Oblongata was shattered. I crawled into Lunkers and I found Peace. The grape leaves, more exquisite than the finest ambrosia upon Mount Olympus. The Bavarian beer battered Cod more refreshing than a cool sip of water in the Sahara. When I had my first repast at Lunkers after 7 months of agony and madness, I was instantly healed. All injuries faded away and I was surrounded by a glowing aura. Angels were singing at karaoke, and their golden and honied voices resounded in my empty head, healing my brain damage. When I awoke, expecting another day of despair and pain, I felt only enlightenment and peace. After 5 long years of eating only Lunkers and sleeping on top of 4 barstools, I decided to leave and pursue peace accords with the Civics. I had pondered why they would possibly want to cripple me and leave me on the fine pavement of Normal Illinois for 6 months, 29 days, 3 hours, 48 minutes, and 7 seconds, and was unable to rationalize why they would do such an awful and evil thing, but I was willing to find them and make any amends necessary. How foolish and naïve was I; what utter foolishness pervaded in my head, invading my mental sanctuary that knew my God given fate laid inside the golden gates of this heavenly restaurant. Why would I leave Lunkers? My only sanctuary and true friend in the world. When I stepped outside of the Hallowed ground of Lunkers, I felt all of the blood and other fluids drain from my body. The Civics, they were waiting. They could not pierce the protective shell of Lunkers, for it was Holy. It was their antithesis, their doom. As I became vulnerable and submissive, they struck quickly, bypassing my instinctual guard and barriers. I was defeated in seconds as they executed a perfect Civic Crush on my torso, killing me instantly. I write this to you, my children, from the 9th circle of Hell. Do not ever leave Lunkers, for leaving the one who protects you is a monumental insult that can only be repaid in karmic...

Service was good, but the batter on the fish was too salty. Then, my girlfriend ripped her jeans on a finish nail that was sticking out of the bar. We informed the cook as the bartender was out smoking, and his response basically was oh well. No concern on his part. Then, we informed the bartender and all she said was sorry. Well, my girlfriend works with the public, and I can gurantee that she ( and I ) WILL NOT reccomend this place, and will most definitely continue to discourage people from going there. Word of mouth can make or break a business, so I recommend to the owner that she talk to her employees. If my girlfriend had cut her leg, the owner would be...

This is my bar. When the college kids aren't in town, this is the one. Used to be $1 leinenkugel drafts on thursdays. There was karaoke, and big game hunter, and it wasn't so loud, packed and obnoxious as the other places in uppity town. And it's not trying to be someplace/something it's not, like many of the other establishments trying to force the suburbs of chicago on us. Great place, great beers, never had the food, but will someday, still, i...