The Deer Hunter

For those of you not familiar with the south end of Utah County. There's a little place called Spanish Fork. And it's the city where I live.

It's home to exactly 1 (count it, ONE) bar/pub.

 

It's called The Deer Hunter.

 

I actually didn't know of it's existence until recent years.

 

When I ask people if they've been they tell me they've never even heard of it.

Which I totally get.

 

When you walk up to the front door, they have this light that streams the image of a giant deer head onto the concrete below your feet.

It's a SUPER classy place. The floors are cracked concrete. All the pool sticks are missing their bumpers. And the bathrooms are 'hover status only'.

It's definitely CHANCY to actually sit down. Don't do it. Hover.

 

But I met up with my cute friend Dani there last weekend.

SO much fun.   

 

 

The music played too loud, I had 2 boys arguing over who was going to buy my drink.

I didn't know either of them. At times it was so busy I had to SQUEEZE my way through people just to get back to where my friends were standing.

In short. It was awesome/fun/need to do it again.