Somewhere in Europe, there may be a stinky, smoky, dimly lit bar with a Rebel flag hanging in one corner, greasy burgers and jalapeño poppers on the menu, nothing but Bud and Coors on tap, and a jukebox that plays Hank Williams Jr. and Elvis tunes. A broken pinball machine sits silent next to the bar; the customers are a loud mix of angry Vietnam vets and underage gals wearing too much makeup. The owners of this joint proudly proclaim that they have the most authentic American bar in town, maybe... More >>>