A gravel driveway. I gingerly parked my car avoiding the big potholes filled with rainwater, making sure I parked next to the small ones with tiny puddles. As I approached the front doors (That's right, I said doors, plural), I felt like I was playing a game of "Let's Make A Deal." This was item number two to be scored: How many front doors does the bar have in the front of the building? They like to put a couple out front to test you.  Wayne's had: an obscene amount of beer posters decorating the walls, low ceilings, wood paneling, and scratch 'n' Sniff menus. There were at least three of the mandatory mullet-men. (The songs on the jukebox ranged from Bon Jovi to Mariah Carey to Hank Williams Jr. Randomness in music adds to the grade. So does grossness of the bathroom. The burger was outstanding, the beer was cold, and the tap variety was pretty good. The only question I'm left with for Wayne's Inn is: Why is it called an "Inn"? Do people sleep there?

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LINK: We dropped in on Wayne's Inn