it might actually be called the NITEHAWK, sorry Craig. Devon and I were suiting up and riding bikes in the cold, cold world. The Nighthawk, I love you the Nighthawk. The best place ever. Ah, their cheeseburgers-- so good. I just wish their beer prices were on Par with Club 21, the second best place in town, even though they lack a pool table. Actually, the only good things about Club 21 are the atmosphere, the bartenders, and the cheap beer/ stiff drinks. And the people that hang out there-- old people, gangstas, young whites, and old people. What a great mix.

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