After finding myself in downtown Richmond one afternoon, it was high time I paid my respects to a fine eating establishment that I have only heard about in passing to this point. Word of mouth only travels so far on social media this little pub was something I need to see in person.
The GWAR Bar was smaller than I expected it to be but surprisingly cozy. I missed the place as I was driving by it the first time despite it being the lone business on the corner.
I stood out from the small crowd that was there but not how I would have expected to. Mainly by my curious absence of body piercings and visible tattoos. No matter, I was going for vittles anyway.
The server was very helpful when I walked in. Asking if I wanted a table or to sit at the bar. Her tattoos looked depressed when I asked to sit at the bar.
Not having much by way of funds or time, a small mean of wings—or ‘wangs’ as they called them—and a Coke would have to suffice. BBQ worked for me. And when they were served, they gave me real wings. Not the chopped up, sectioned out wings that most establishments offer.
So I had to pull them apart and gnaw the meat off down to the bone. The sauce complimented the wangs well and coated enough you couldn’t help but get your fingers coated with it. With the combination of tearing the wings apart and the red bbq sauce covering you fingers, it somehow made the meal feel that much more metal.
I asked where the restroom was when I finished but was told I will need to get a Slayer tattoo if I needed to use it. Lucky for me, there was a resident tattooist in the corner. I asked where he learned his craft and he replied, “Leavenworth”. Not having heard of that but assuming he knew that I knew what I was talking about, I felt safe getting the ink done. Besides, my bladder was on the point of bursting.
A tattoo that said, “*MEGADEATH*” circling my navel and an empty bladder later, I was ready to pay my bill.
It was a good thing I only had to urinate because the price for toilet paper was a Prince Albert. Whatever that is. I can only imagine that it wouldn’t be fun after seeing the needle they used.
I would go again. Just make sure to have my ink ready to go and empty the bowels before I leave the house.
The GWAR Bar was smaller than I expected it to be but surprisingly cozy. I missed the place as I was driving by it the first time despite it being the lone business on the corner.
I stood out from the small crowd that was there but not how I would have expected to. Mainly by my curious absence of body piercings and visible tattoos. No matter, I was going for vittles anyway.
The server was very helpful when I walked in. Asking if I wanted a table or to sit at the bar. Her tattoos looked depressed when I asked to sit at the bar.
Not having much by way of funds or time, a small mean of wings—or ‘wangs’ as they called them—and a Coke would have to suffice. BBQ worked for me. And when they were served, they gave me real wings. Not the chopped up, sectioned out wings that most establishments offer.
So I had to pull them apart and gnaw the meat off down to the bone. The sauce complimented the wangs well and coated enough you couldn’t help but get your fingers coated with it. With the combination of tearing the wings apart and the red bbq sauce covering you fingers, it somehow made the meal feel that much more metal.
I asked where the restroom was when I finished but was told I will need to get a Slayer tattoo if I needed to use it. Lucky for me, there was a resident tattooist in the corner. I asked where he learned his craft and he replied, “Leavenworth”. Not having heard of that but assuming he knew that I knew what I was talking about, I felt safe getting the ink done. Besides, my bladder was on the point of bursting.
A tattoo that said, “*MEGADEATH*” circling my navel and an empty bladder later, I was ready to pay my bill.
It was a good thing I only had to urinate because the price for toilet paper was a Prince Albert. Whatever that is. I can only imagine that it wouldn’t be fun after seeing the needle they used.
I would go again. Just make sure to have my ink ready to go and empty the bowels before I leave the house.
Megadeath is the Bosnian rip off of Megadeth
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