Spectators Grill & Pub — Restaurant in North Little Rock

Worst "Happy Hour" I have ever been to. Should be called "Lyin' time @ the dive bar".

"Happy Hour includes "$2.75 DOMESTIC DRAFTS" {emphasis added}

Being from Colorado I figured I'd try a local brew as many of our "locals" (Blue Moon, Fat Tire, etc.) have gone national, maybe I'd find another diamond in the rough. $2.75, not bad, but not that great either. I was on the road, figured I'd splurge on the Rockhound IPA by Lost Forty.

The food was okay, the service okay, but then the bill arrived. (I wish Bruce Buffer was there) So, the prices on the menu, they are fictitious, I was suddenly looking around for an auctioneer to be auctioning chow to the highest bidder i.e. "This sandwich is on the menu for $7, but we require $9, anybody willing to pay 9? Do I have a 9? 9! Can I get a 10???", "The menu says these wings are $5.75, but we need $7 if you need these wings...." (Certainly not the "southern charm and hospitality I have found ANYWHERE else, not even wharf bars in Cebu were like this joint) Then I get to my 3 beers. For the record, 3X2.75 = 8.25; EVERYWHERE on this planet and well in to space. To say that I was "shocked" when my "down the street beer (certainly brewed in the U.S.A.) came to a total of $16.50. At home I could have had 3 boilermakers (Bud and Beam) for $18. The "Owner" as she claimed to be came over and told me to "pay up and get out". I asked her about the gross discrepancy in the menu and the bill. She looked at me as if I was speaking Martian and wearing a clown suit. "Pay up and get out" (More great "southern hospitality). "My drafts were from local breweries, correct?" "Yeah." "We're still in America, right?" (While some guy in the background started chanting U.S.A. she responded with a shrug) She then insisted that "Domestic" only applies to "Bud, Coors, and Miller". (All of those are brewed in Colorado, I can drive to 2 factories in 2 hours and buy CASES of them [fresher than what I was served], but I wanted to try something local) Though I am a Yankee, I know better than to strike a woman, this heifer was begging for a clock cleaning and "factory reset" because she had done lost her mind.

I walked in with a good chunk of per diem left and figured I'd leave the waitress a great tip 35%+ (for a single cover, that's pretty nice). I escaped after Large Marge stood over me and watched me count down my pocket money (NEVER use a credit card in a place like this) like she was the taxman at a kids' lemonade stand. She then told me to never come back. No problem lady. No problem at all.

Tl;dr: The prices on everything here ficticious. They are also closed on Sunday, and I hope she's spending that extra cash in the plate and prayin' for those 24 hours because she's gonna need it.

If you are hungry, stop in Fort Smith (Texarkana, Memphis) and get an extra order "to go" so you do not need to deal with this swindlin'...

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