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Much earlier in the night, when Dominic first arrived and couldn't find us, he texted: "You guys here? This doesn't seem like a Bixby-type place." "It's not," I might have responded had he not found us within seconds of sending, citing the easy-listening Stevie Wonder-meets-Michael Jackson-meets-George Michael soundtrack as one reason, the jokey, weed-slang beer titles or the slightly tie-dyed, Colorado-Pass-clipped-to-the-pocket clientele as others. But three hours and somewhere near a dozen high-alcohol-content beers later, I feel nothing but good vibrations about the place.
Even if I have to use the ATM and eat the fees to cover the $100 tab.