Teabags

We've always been curious about Teabags. It's right down the street from brillobox, so we pass it fairly often. We have a friend who lived across the street from Teabags and enjoyed watching the comings and goings of the patrons as a type of sport. Plus, it’s named Teabags, so how could you not be curious?

We were expecting a little bit more than we got. We were expecting some kind of seriously shady deathtrap, withering glares and unfriendly faces. Everyone was totally nice to us. Dammit. Teabags is just a sad little neighborhood dive bar like any other. The most scandalous thing that happened was a dude outside smoking some weed.

Dammit, Teabags.

It's a small bar with some obvious local clientele. Everyone seemed a little sad and down on their luck, but they were all friendly and engaging. Being the season and the town for it, we had a lively discussion with the other patrons about zombies and whether they should shuffle or run. J and A demonstrated how inefficient a shuffling zombie attack would be, you could just walk away. Not even run, just walk. Slowly even. Then we left.


We probably won't ever stop back into Teabags. It's lost all the allure of mystery for us now. You shouldn't be scared to stop in though. It may look intimidating from the outside, but it's just another neighborhood bar on the inside.

Address:	4114 Main St, 15224	Games:	Poker, Pool, Darts
Façade:	Scary	Scene:	Neighborhood Dive
Parking:	Easy	Patio/Outdoor:	No
Kitchen:	None	Cleanliness:	Normal
Smoking:	Some	Jukebox:	Internet Crap
Hours:	-2am	Cig Machine:	No
Drink Prices:	Dirt Cheap	# taps:	6
Bathrooms:	Sit	Specials:	$1 Jell-o Shots
Live music:	Never	Riley Factor:	$8.00
ATM:	No	Cash Only	No
TVs:	2	Size:	Normal