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My buddy and I were driving down the road looking for a new spot to hang out and throw back a couple of beers and we spotted Knockers. When we ordered our first round we knew the place must have been named for the bartender. She must have had 44F stuffed into a tank top that revealed cleaveage as big as the grand canyon. We sat at the bar, which by the way looks down on the bartender, and had a couple more rounds before we decided to check out the pool tables. Both tables were absolute crap. They were probably picked up from salvage and crammed into a room too small to swing a stick. We had a great time trying to overcome all of the obstacles and table defects. Obviously the patrons come here for another reason. The staff was friendly, the view was nice and everyone we met was cool. Reminds me of a little dive bar in Fremont, CA called Roamers.
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man, what day did you see the lady with huge cans? I will like to check her out some time.