|A bunker or a level of Angry Birds?|
Because of a crazy travel schedule, I realized I hadn’t been in a bar in Omaha for a while. Fear not, I’ve been in plenty of other drinking establishments, just none in the state in which I pay my taxes. It was Valentine’s night and I needed an excuse to get out of the house and avoid cuddling while watching “Notting Hill” and eating Bon Bons. Quick, I need a bar to review…any bar! A 5.2 second Google search led me to a place called Old Mill Lounge. Never heard of it…what the hell…it beats a Hugh Grant movie even if it means I’m not getting “lucky” on Valentine’s Day.
First Impressions: The outside of the building is a cross between a World War II bunker and a level of Angry Birds that I have yet to beat on my iPad. There were exactly two cars parked in front and no windows. Nothing could have adequately warned me about what the place looked like on the inside. How do I put it? Ever wonder what a bar would look like if you took a 70s lounge and melded it with the Pirates of the Caribbean? Yeah…it’s kind of like that.
|It sure SMELLS like a bar|
The Crowd: Two dudes when I got there. For all I know they were skipping out on their old ladies too. But something tells me it’s been a long while between Valentine’s dates for this crowd. As it turns out, they were nice enough people and even a few more showed up. All dudes, all over 50, and the word “valentine” never entered the conversation. Fine by me.
|Almost looks like a ski lodge in this pic|
Prices: I can’t be of much help on this one. Order a domestic draft and that will set you back $2.85. There were no signs for specials and, try as I might, I could not see how much the other drinkers were paying for their Jack and Cokes. They may have a happy hour (they may not) but one thing is sure if they do have one….they sure don’t advertise it.
Food: It does have bit of a pirate look to the place so the only food I saw were a few limes behind the bar that I assume were there to ward off scurvy. Other than that…do not plan on a eating here. Would you really want to anyway?
|What the hell are these for?|
Rest Rooms: Dingy, orange and a tad bit moldy. In fairness, they smelled better than the bar after one of the four dudes sitting there ripped a major fart and never owned up to it.
Bartender Chat: Between smoking, talking on the phone and ripping money out of my hand…there wasn’t much to say. On the other hand, the dudes at the bar were happy to talk about everything from the TV show “Soap” to doing impressions of the late Sam Kinnison. One guy in his 60’s showed up for less than 10 minutes, sucked down two drinks and left. As he left as quickly as he entered he said “that’s why I’m still married. Fair enough my good man, if only the bartender had something that amusing to say.
Final Impressions: Have I said anything nice about this place yet? I don’t think that I have, and yet somehow, the Old Mill Lounge is a place you need to come to if you like a hard-to-describe dive bar. Did I love it? No. Did I hate it? Not so much. Let me just say this, you can do way worse than this place and where else can you have a drink or two a bar where Captain Jack Sparrow and Larry from Three’s Company would hang out…you have to come here at least once in a while.
|Happy Valentine's Day dude|