Last week Adale & I went to Wing Night with her dad to a bar run by one of his buddies at the coal mine. Their slogan is "Nobody will beat our portions or prices" and goddamn they're not lying. I think part of their secret is a bare-bones website with the savings passed on to you, the consumer. I'm excited to go back because the menu is pretty big, the wings are bigger, they have pinball, and there's a bunch of things Adale can eat. Our unusual wing night haunt with her parents is the Jefferson Hotel, and though it has a better ambiance than Rudnick's, you can't beat pinball and a big, cheap menu.
It's always funny seeing Adale's dad with his coal mine buddies. Many of his stories have homo erotic overtones - for instance, lots of horseplay in the communal showers - and adale noticed that when he was talking to a new kid at the mines (Rudnick's son, I think), the kid kept poking at him while making fun of him.
We got lost trying to get around a construction detour, going around on back country roads until Adale's dad said "I know where we are...I recognize this place". I asked him how, because it didn't look any different than the other 10 miles of back roads we had been on, and he said "I took a shit right there during hunting season a few years ago."
We'll definitely be back to Rudnick's.
Adale's dad Spike (his coal mine nickname) out front of Rudnicks
another view of the front of Rudnick's
From this view you can see that Rudnick's bar is right next to Rudnick's farm.
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