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Welcome to Friday Night Bug Juice, a Metro Detroit bar review site. We're here to give you a look into the dive bars of the Detroit area, so you can hopefully spend your cash wisely, and get a little insight into the lives of a couple of hapless irish louts.

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THE BOWERY

 I am unsure if this review is Kosher.  My name is Tony.  I am the other half of the dynamic duo. This review did not happen with Jim, did not take place on Friday, and certainly was not in the Metro area.  The action takes place with my lovely wife Beth (aka Bessie, Queen B or QB), on a Saturday night, and deep in the heart of Dixie.  The bar is called The Bowery and is located in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina.  
   I will bore you with a little background.  Beth and I have been to Myrtle Beach seven times in our ten year history.  We were actually married in 2008 on the beach, by a Souther Baptist minister.  His name escapes me, but the hair blowing out of his nose like a party favor does not (thanks Bob).  On one of our earlier excursions, we discovered The Bowery.  The hotel we stay at has a bar overlooking the beach.  When we’ve had enough of the sand, sea, kids, and Rocky top sung at karaoke, we head to The Bowery for adult time.
   On the night of this review, we are one day short of our second anniversary.  Like most days on our vacation, it starts off with us waking up drunk, near drunk, or most certainly hung.  Those who have seen me in the altogether know I mean hungover, as I am hung like a pimple.  It will morph into hitting the beach, body surfing (I am the motherfucking King), her catching rays, me under the umbrella, sustenance to soak up the upcoming alcohol, the inevitable nap, getting up, getting ready and booking.
   To get to The Bowery we can catch a bus that stops a few hotels down from ours.  However, this night as we went to the stop, we were told the bus had already been by and would not be around for another half hour.  This may not have been true, but drink was called for so we hoofed it on down.  From our hotel it is about twenty sweat inducing blocks (forty blocks on the way back taking the staggering into consideration).  By the time we reached The Bowery, I was drenched in sweat.  The following parts of my anatomy were particularly hard hit:  my head, my back and of course my nut sack.  Predictably, my nut sack was hit hardest as it also has the displeasure of dealing with my chubby thighs rubbing against said sack.
   Anyways, $3 a piece for cover later, we were through the door.  I love this bar.  This is truly a country bar filled with good old boys and gals looking for a boozy good time.  By boozy, I mean beer.  By beer, I mean they only serve two types of beer, no liquor, no wine, no spritzers, nothing else but a regular and a light beer.  I am not even sure the make of the beer.  It comes in a glass mug only.  Each beer will set you back $2.50.  After placing your order, A Bowery tradition takes place.  The person who takes your order grabs a large, heavy cowbell attached to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  The person then swings the chain, throwing the cowbell up towards the ceiling, making a loud crashing noise when it hits.
   The music part of our evening was provided by the house band, The Headhunters.  They played everything from Johnny Cash to Toby Keith.  Impressively, while we were there, they never took a break.  At one point, they played Hank Williams Jr.’s “Family Tradition”.  They had the crowd, including me and Bessie, singing along like we meant every word.  That night we did believe every word.  This bar needs to be experienced to be believed.  Like I said, it is not your typical suburban country bar.  this is the real deal.
Cheers!  Tony  
PS  Happy Second Anniversary, Beth


The Bowery
110 9th Avenue North
Myrtle Beach, South Carolina 29577
843-626-3445


5 OUT OF 5
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NASHVILLE NORTH 2

 In the grand Irish traditions of drinking and rhyming, here is a double barreled review of Nashville North #2 in Warren.
Friday night and beers will be a fallin’
Warren’s Nashville North 2 is a callin’
Open the door, what did we see
Blue hair, flappers, and the smell of pee
Jimmy, let’s hit the truck and get a haulin’
-Anthony
There once was a bar called Nashville North 2
Whose insides were visited by the Bug Juice Review Crew
Wrinkles, Depends, a feisty old flapper
Old Spice, hair tonic, the stink of a crapper
The Crew’s two word review:  It Blew!
-James
PS  After peeling out of the Nashville North 2 parking lot, we landed at nearby McNeil’s Place to salvage the evening.  And it did.  Good band, cheap drinks and a frisky crowd.  Toward evening’s end, we gave a business card to our waitress and asked her to check out the web site and our previous review of McNeil’s.  She considered the card briefly and informed us that she had seen it before.  It seems that some schmuck ( in a desperate attempt to get anybody to notice the sight) had mailed a copy of the review and a business card to the owner.  The owner seemed most interested in the part of the review noting the service of his bar “left a bit to be desired.”  He shared this critique with the young woman now standing in front of us.  Instead of slapping faces or spitting in drinks, she smiled at us and good naturedly asked how we could say such a thing.  Considering how attentive she had been, and how cool she was about the review, I wondered the same thing.
   If that owner happens to see this review (I understand that Nashville North 2 and McNeil’s Place are owned by the same folks), I hope he gives our waitress a bump in pay and recognizes what a great representative he has for his roadhouse.
   We will be back...to McNeil’s, not Nashville.
Cheers!  Jim


Nashville North 2
13330 E. 10 Mile Road
Warren, Mi 48091




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