Awright, any restaurant with picnic tables in front and with a big mud puddle in the dirt/hard sand driveway/parking lot makes me happy soon as I drive in. Lotsa trees surround the tattooed building (and tattooed bar top, tables, chairs, walls, lazy dogs that don’t move much, yougettheidea) to complement the Tattooed Moose ambience. Layer in craft beer and duck fat fries—diet be damned—and you’ve got me hooked!
Bands play on weekends and I’m sure this laid-back place is a blast then. Aaron, you could own the music in the joint! Again I met friendly folks and enjoyed a light dinner chatting about old telecom days. Like Fish Tales near Fort McAllister, this would’ve become my hang here if I’d found it a couple days ago. Looking forward to the next restaurant/pub gem up the road!