"Absolutely fantastic as always. Eight craft beer choices the Octoberfrst I had was tasty. The barista burger imwas as good as I remember. Friendly staff and as always friendly patrons. Keep up the good work."

"Had a good latte then sat out back on the deck overlooking the river. Very nice. Friendly young woman at the counter."

"Hung out with my girls and my dog (dogs are only permitted on patio upon asking permission) and had lunch and smoothies. Smoothies were to die for and the staff there was great! We loved the patio area and decor!"

"Truly a beautiful time for this time of year. The fishing was excellent. This model doesn't have a side car. Option, unfortunately not going to be. I'm a lone Wolf or renegade. How do you be for a sidecar? Once, but no longer do I have and me, or am I super turn my back on that the person you care about? People you care when they're done pretty cool man. Not cool man, not oh man, hey, really good copy and the sausage links were out of this world. They did not taste like Bob. Evans' sausage links, nor did they taste like some your grandma just whipped up. They were excellent. I will definitely go back. I tried to get the ingredients off of the store owner, but he said if he told me he would have to kill me. I said, well, that's not gonna do me no good man. Cuz I can't make them if I'm dead. You got what I'm saying he did. I hit him upside the head and took his cookbook, but it's a wild one. That's for soups and grabies. Crazy not that it's hard to sneak back to the cost team on. And he won't recognize me. But I don't think he has it at the hospital with him. So I might just try to go back to this store before he gets out of the hospital. And say if I can't find the other recipe book, somebody got no where it's at. I'll go in and start carving up the whole place. I don't care. I like saucy's links. Did I tell you that these are saucy's links to God? For but I'd like to let somebody else die for them instead of me. If you know what I mean, because it's hard to eat them when you're dead. And it's even harder to make them when you're dead because nobody wants to go shopping with you or for you or take you, you know what? I mean starts out with a gallon of milk and next thing. I know your back in the back. Checking out motorcycles or seeing if they have any good camping tents when you go on the Oregon trail to try your new sausage links out. I think it'll be nice, huh? It should be, I mean, why would it be, you know what? You don't like to Hola yeah, take you with me and use you for a bow diver. And I'll tie you from the boat and just lets you dangle dangle under the water for about 2030 years, that'd be cool."

"As an out-of-towner, I asked my hotel concierge where to go for dinner. Of the three spots recommended, this one seemed the most appealing. My two coworkers and I kept saying what a great choice this was. At first, we walked up the steps and were confused. The bar/restaurant is in a house, and there was no one upstairs- it looked more like a cafe with some subs for food. The place to be however, was downstairs, where there is a charming basement bar with foosball, TVs, an outdoor patio, and a covered garden section (with projector screen TV). The pizza was tasty (I hear it's brick oven), the bartender and workers were so friendly, and everyone seemed to know one another. Definitely stop by this place if you're visiting!"