Great food and service!!! Catfish,wraps and the wood chips!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Keith yex
Taco Tuesday are wonderful! Again this week !
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Luke Miller
Onion rings are super good
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Mandy Phipps
We were in town for a ball game and just randomly decided to try this establishment to eat supper. After my junior high son played basketball. The place was not very busy so we were April to sit at a lower table with our kids. The waitress was extremely friendly and very nice to my children. The service was very friendly and attentive, the food was made fresh, arrived hot and tasted very well. Well. The prices were good for what we got! My children also had a great time playing a game of pool with my husband while we waited for our dinner. I would highly recommend this establishment for a meal.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Courtney Graves
Speaking for the MDH Family Clinic Crew. We had our Christmas party tonight and I asked the Wood Inn to cater. We were a pretty simple group! Salad, pastas and a dessert! Everything was delicious as ever! Idk what they do with their apple crisp BUT it is amazing! Thank you to the crew at the bar for making this happen!
Elaine Dion
Great tacos, crispy shells and tender meat—service is immediate and friendly. The Wood Inn is the perfect place to eat lunch or dinner.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 5
Service: 5
Mandy Frakes
Great food!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Loretta Jones
Very good company and our waitress/ bartender was very welcoming and nice.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Daniel Deener
We too advantage of their taco specials. Great meal!
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 5
Service: 5
Marah Killian
Has the best burgers I’ve ever had in my life bartenders are amazing
Tenderloin was thick and the breading had a great taste. The meat was gristley, I hope it was just a one off because it was tough and chewy. Seasoned fries had a good seasoning without being overly salty. I wish there would have been a few more.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 3
Service: 4
Cody William Stauder
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor.
As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic.
Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado.
But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
Cody William Stauder
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor.
As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic.
Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado.
But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
Cody William Stauder
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor.
As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic.
Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado.
But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
Cody William Stauder
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor.
As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic.
Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado.
But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
Great food and service!!!
Catfish,wraps and the wood chips!!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Taco Tuesday are wonderful! Again this week !
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Onion rings are super good
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
We were in town for a ball game and just randomly decided to try this establishment to eat supper. After my junior high son played basketball. The place was not very busy so we were April to sit at a lower table with our kids. The waitress was extremely friendly and very nice to my children. The service was very friendly and attentive, the food was made fresh, arrived hot and tasted very well. Well. The prices were good for what we got! My children also had a great time playing a game of pool with my husband while we waited for our dinner. I would highly recommend this establishment for a meal.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Speaking for the MDH Family Clinic Crew. We had our Christmas party tonight and I asked the Wood Inn to cater. We were a pretty simple group! Salad, pastas and a dessert! Everything was delicious as ever! Idk what they do with their apple crisp BUT it is amazing! Thank you to the crew at the bar for making this happen!
Great tacos, crispy shells and tender meat—service is immediate and friendly. The Wood Inn is the perfect place to eat lunch or dinner.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 5
Service: 5
Great food!
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
Very good company and our waitress/ bartender was very welcoming and nice.
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
We too advantage of their taco specials. Great meal!
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 5
Service: 5
Has the best burgers I’ve ever had in my life bartenders are amazing
Atmosphere: 5
Food: 5
Service: 5
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Tenderloin was thick and the breading had a great taste. The meat was gristley, I hope it was just a one off because it was tough and chewy. Seasoned fries had a good seasoning without being overly salty. I wish there would have been a few more.
Atmosphere: 4
Food: 3
Service: 4
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor. As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic. Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado. But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor. As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic. Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado. But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor. As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic. Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado. But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
I stopped in for the first, last and only time last September with a friend and coworker of mine who's new to the area. We sat at the bar just long enough to order beers before heading to the back to shoot a couple games of pool. As we were playing, we saw a small group of people walk up the stairs to the small balcony/loft area above. I didn't think anymore of it until we started to leave after finishing our beers and our second game of pool, when I told my friend to hold on a second while I checked it out. As I said, I'd never been there before, so I was curious to see the layout upstairs. I walked about halfway up the steps before turning around, because all of the lights were off, and it appeared as though it was being used mostly for storing musical equipment, with only a table or two and a handful of chairs/stools scattered across the floor. As we were walking out, I was stopped by a woman whom I'm guessing to be the manager or shift supervisor, who was as abrasive and confrontational as she was severe-looking. She was about 50, tall for a woman, frumpy, brassy, unnecessarily loud, war paint caked on over a badly cracked face, hair dyed unconvincingly jet black with noticeably greying roots, and dressed as if she truly believed that one can remain Forever 21... I'm sure you know the type, but I thought I'd paint the picture anyway. Quite pathetic. Anyway, she asked me very stridently what I was doing upstairs. I calmly replied that it was my first time at The Wood Inn, and that I was just having a look around. Unimpressed with my answer, she repeated her question again before elaborating that the upstairs was off limits to customers and that I didn't have any business wandering up there. I figured this wasn't entirely true due to the presence of the tables and chairs, but didn't want to escalate tensions by pressing the issue. Just as calmly as before, I responded by explaining that I deduced as much when I saw the clutter on the floor and that all the lights were off... Hence why I turned around halfway up the stairs. I apologized for the trouble, explaining that it was an honest mistake, and that I didn't think it would cause any issues considering we had just watched two couples walk upstairs no more than a half hour earlier while we were shooting pool and heard them walking around overhead for at least a few minutes before coming back down. She abruptly cut me off at that point and insisted that no one had gone upstairs. It was then that I realized there was no reasoning with her, and that she was simply looking for an argument with a couple of unfamiliar faces that she felt didn't belong there... A mindset not at all uncommon in small, rural towns. I wanted to tell her that if it meant that much to her to keep outsiders from wandering upstairs, maybe she should consider putting up a sign or roping off the stairway. I let it go though. That would have made too much sense. She would have just told me to mind my own business and not to tell her how to run her bar or some such nonsense bravado. But wait! There's more! The plot thickens. As my buddy and I were finally leaving, some young guy with milk still on his breath (who had just overheard the whole exchange while sitting at the bar) called us "faggots", trying in vain to instigate a fight. I must admit that I did consider it briefly, but decided it wouldn't be worth the legal trouble that would all but certainly follow. Besides, he was just a barely legal, mouthy little punk who looked softer than sponge cake, but was clearly trying to put on a convincing tough guy facade for the benefit of the cheap little redhead he had with him. I sincerely hope she was impressed. It certainly wasn't an Academy Award-winning performance, but if it got him what he was after from her, then good for him. Glad I could help. What floored me more than anything he said was the total silence and indifference of the sweat hog behind the bar. I guess I shouldn't be surprised though. Real hospitab
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