It's 3 p.m. on a Friday and Bumpy's is a-bumpin' all right. It's a mixture of white collar, blue collar, and no-collar men and women. They're coming in by the busloads, as if they had been waiting for three o'clock all day. What's crazy about Bumpy's is within this small space lies the actual kitchen (a 6-foot by 6-foot box), two dart machines (huge, floor standing models), a 10-foot by 10-foot dance floor (that the dart machines are on), a fully loaded wall of pull tabs, and some bartenders that could kick my ass with a smile on their faces. Perched on a leather barstool, I enjoyed my cold beer out of an old-school heavy honeycomb mug, counted the various shades of off-white within the large ceiling tiles, and noticed that every light fixture had a different vintage 1970s cover. (All adorned with crafty domestic beer logos, of course.) One particular light had a crack in it, but that didn't stop Bumpy's from repairing it with a large piece of scotch tape. That right there is a classic dive bar repair - nice move Bumpy's, nice move.

LINK: Toilet Tales