Where's Rufus Sports Bar — Restaurant in Tyler

When trying to account for someone, it's a perfectly rational response to ask, "Where's X?" (Rufus in this case) However, has anyone ever considered asking "When is Rufus?" It's easy to get obsessed with trying to pinpoint someone on a familiar three dimensional coordinate, but the fact of the matter is there are dimensions beyond our conventional understanding in which one might end up should a ripple in the fabric of the time/space continuum take them there. Call it a wormhole if you want, but nomenclature doesn't matter when you're thrust into an alternate universe tangential to the one from whence you came and are separated merely by a curtain consisting of imaginary numbers, algorithmic paradoxes and complex polar coordinate systems. Does this happen as some sort of glitch in the matrix or can one drink so much that they stumble off the conceptual frame of reference held together by a strict adherence to an understanding of time being linear?! It's frustrating. Once you settle in and accept your fate, you start to delineate between "void" and "abyss." "When is Rufus?" can be answered with "In the void" in our aforementioned scenario, whereas "Where is Rufus?" can be answered with "in the abyss" when he's passed out in a stall in the men's restroom. You truly hope for the latter, because once you cross into the void, returning and having to come out to your friends and family as trans-dimensional makes the idea of waking up on urine soaked floor of a men's bathroom in east Texas sound like Disneyland. And who's going to believe you when you explain you were reincarnated as a quark and fell under the anti-Cubic dictatorship of Zalthor in a universe where I was finally able to have Bitcoin explained to me in a way I could not only understand it but also explain it to my future self who I kidnapped and brought back to a year before I was born so I could raise me as my father so that I could finally have someone to gift a "Best Dad Ever" shirt to. It might sound unethical to use time travel for the sole purpose of fostering a strong covalently bonded relationship between this unholy Trinity between me, my father (also me) and my son (me again), but much like how no one wanted to sit through my pictures from that semester I did a study abroad, no one except me is going to care that I developed the ability to see around corners or listen to my story about how I may have accidentally spawned several exoplanets while shaving my face with Occam's razor (though, I haven't taken a paternity test to prove they're mine...). I'm not trying to make it sound like the grass is greener on the other side because in a 25 sided multi verse it's less about the saturation of green, but rather the convenience of choice. But anyways, this was a pretty good place to get obliterated and forget that my wife left me for my brother. I hate you Susan!

(Four stars for not having a charger for my large hadron...

A friend and I decided to hit up Where's Rufus last night after enjoying a nice meal at Cheddar's. He now lives in Mississippi, and we both wanted him to have fun on his last night in Tyler before heading back. We walk in, and after getting carded, head to the bar. I told the short male bartender my drink of choice, and he blew me off, catering to the other patrons that walked up after we did. Someone mentioned that his name is Greg, & his attitude and customer service is way below standard.

After receiving my Bud Light in a bottle, I gave him a $5, and received just $.75 in change. I explained that I gave him $5 and he said very rudely, "It's $4.25". Really?! He also failed to mention that Coors were just $2 per bottle. I could've gotten 2 beers for that price with change coming back. Where's Rufus had a slight unpleasant smell, and the bathrooms were horrid. It was large pools of liquid on the floor from 2 of the 3 stalls. The last stall was out of order, and the paper towel dispenser was broken.

After listening to the dj's personal music blasting from his computer, I decided to request a popular song that would get the bored crowd on it's feet. They told me "we don't take requests." However, one of three dj's announced that they received a slow jam request in which he played. I know one of the dj's from another location and I asked him to play the song, in which he didn't. Through out the night, all they mostly played was 98% techno, with a little bit of Hip Hop/R&B. To my understanding, you need to accommodate everyone's music tastes, and not just play what you as a dj want to hear. Or just play what your friend(s) want to hear. While boring the rest of the crowd to tears. I'm known for dancing and I didn't so much as move a toe.

My friend and I left Where's Rufus very disappointed. We were looking for a fun night on his last night in town. If I had known this was going to be such a disappointment, we would've just ended it at Cheddar's. Seeming as though the night life in Tyler for the younger crowd (28-30) is pretty much dead. Will we be going...

A Refined Experience at Rufus: A Bartender's Craft

Nestled discreetly within the city's bustling nightlife, Rufus emerges as a beacon of sophistication amidst the clamor. As I ventured into its dimly lit quarters, I was immediately struck by its understated elegance. The ambiance exuded a vintage charm, a fusion of old-world allure and contemporary allure.

At the heart of Rufus lies Drew, the maestro behind the bar. His demeanor exuded a quiet confidence, a testament to his mastery of mixology. With every concoction he crafted, Drew demonstrated an acute understanding of flavor profiles and an unwavering commitment to his craft. Each cocktail was not merely a libation but a symphony of flavors, meticulously composed to tantalize the senses.

The menu, a testament to Rufus's dedication to quality, boasted an array of artisanal spirits and unique infusions, curated to cater to the most discerning palates. From classic cocktails to innovative creations, each libation was a testament to Rufus's dedication to pushing the boundaries of mixology.

Beyond the libations, Rufus fostered an atmosphere of conviviality and camaraderie. Patrons, both regulars and newcomers alike, found solace in the warm embrace of Rufus's ambiance, forging connections over shared experiences and mutual appreciation for the finer things in life.

In conclusion, Rufus transcends the conventional notion of a mere watering hole; it is a sanctuary for the discerning imbiber, a haven where the art of mixology is revered, and where every libation is imbued with passion and precision. Under Drew's expert stewardship, Rufus stands as a beacon of excellence in an ever-evolving landscape...