Dakota Roadhouse: The cantankerous, clodhopping barmaids of the Dakota Roadhouse mirror the dirtynecks who gnaw on $3 PB&Js while belching bargain-basement beer. No fetching lads or lassies are to be found beneath the unflattering fluorescent lights, just wayward loners shooting pool, playing table hockey, or throwing darts. Fitting such a rough and ready roadhouse, burgers are served on paper plates and the staff thinks nothing about nixing your jukebox selection. And don’t expect the action to pick up after the sun goes down—Dakota Roadhouse pretty much dies after 9pm. |
