213 North Main Street
Chaffee, MO 63740
Scott County
Phone: (573) 887-3345
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by Hank C. on A massive, three-story former theater, you can take a deep look into multiple rooms, with different types of music in each room. An area for eating / pizza, large bathrooms on the basement level, and an entry space with the coat check. Large stairs and no elevator that I could see, so definitely not for the handicapped. There's quite a bit of posing (how is it that Jersey girls and Brooklynites are so fittingly stereotyped in the line here?) in the lines, and during Halloween there's always a bunch of fun costumes. But the cover and the lines aren't necessarily worth it, in my opinion. Drinks are moderately expensive. Most fun floor was the main floor which was almost empty and filled with 80's music. The fellow dancers were fun and relaxed, no one was crushed and there wasn't a bad selection of music. Bottom floor was hip-hop, upper floors were a mixed version of electronic/house and other music. Lots of younger than 21- during some nights, too.
by Travis T. on I've been here occasionally the past couple of years, and while it has never disappointed me, it hasn't really jumped out at me either. The interior is nice, when the place isn't packed (like it is on weekend nights). Has a kind of timeless feel to it that's both clean and a little sophisticated. Be warned that the seating can get awkward if you're in a group and sitting along the wall. They have tables, though. Men's restroom receives a thumbs up for consistently being not-disgusting Prefer the place for happy hour over the night-time club scene, but that's not bad either if the stars are aligned As far as the food goes, I've only had stuff from the appetizers (1/2 off during happy hour). The chips were hard to stop eating. The salt had some sort of extra zing to it I can't describe other than yummy. Everything else I've had were pretty average. The lump crab tostados felt overpriced to me. They were alright, but I would never order them myself (hooray for sharing in groups! :D). Beer ($3 happy hour) is beer; they serve it in tall glasses though, which is nice. But I usually order one of their cocktails ($5 specialty martinis during happy hour). The mojitos are what this place is about, and you really can't fail with one here. But the catch is that if you order a different cocktail, there's a slight chance you might get mint bits in your drink. Do try the key lime pie cocktail though. Surprisingly good. All in all, Cuba Libre isn't the best, but I've definitely been to worse in its competition, so I never complain when someone recommends Cuba Libre
by Del Vactor on A bar with an identity crisis (starting with its false-advertising misnomer and ending with its refusal to accept its niche as a sports bar). I've been a number of times but last night's prolonged stay will have to serve as the foremost basis for the two-star rating. We arrived around 1930 for a private function (a going-away part for a buddy about to start his fellowship in TN) and stuck it out for about five hours. The first couple were peaceful as we maintained about 30 bodies on the second floor with only a few quiet folks coming and going on the ground level below. Our waitress was serviceable. I mean to say that I would allow for her to service me, amorously. When it comes to her ability to efficiently provide us with pitchers of Sam's Summer and the spare mixed drink, thumbs down, darlin'. Worst, when I asked about the rum selection we had an exchange along the lines of "What do you have for rum?" "Umm ... Bacardi ... Capt. Morgan's ... the basics." "Myers?" "Who?" "Ugh. Bacardi and diet, please." A short time later, I took the frowned-upon initiative to leave the party and inquire at the bar. The bartendress (also fetching) was equally ill-equipped to answer the question but had the benefit of bottles to search. Mt. Gay. Score. Except for the fact that I'd been paying a quarter more (how's that?) for an inferior rum for about an hour. Even so, she was the best looking thing in our mix and, thereby, a welcome addition. There were plenty of great views of the Red Sox-Orioles contest, though I was a little disappointed when nobody cared about Manny's 500th home run. After a short run to Beer Works for nourishment and a bit of recruiting, we returned to an entirely different scene. The main level was jammed with an unimpressive lot. Our party zone was roughly the same crowd we'd left behind except there were 'exotic dancers' wearing minimal attire and shaking their groove thangs. I would generally appreciate such a sight but these poor gals were busted. Other gripes: The bouncers are complete and utter douche bags, even as bouncers go. As we were taking off for the aforementioned Beer Works break, I stopped to have the comely lass at the register (collecting covers) mark me for my eventual return. As I turned to leave, the dude working the door is waving me out as if he were on a police detail and I were the Korean guy idling at the green light. I can find my way, boss, thanks. Also, how can a bar claiming to be the greatest have only four beers on tap? I'm not a beer guy but I know that's substandard. And that's really The Greatest Bar (not so)'s greatest failing. It doesn't know whether to be a lounge or strip club or dive bar. Within a stone's throw (if you've got a good arm) of The Garden, they should settle on being a decent sports bar. Oh, and fire that DJ, post-haste.
