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The husband and I have been trying to find a new place to eat (and drink) . If I can’t travel to far off places? At least I can visit new bars.

Enter the Barnhouse Grill and Pub.

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Husband found an old washing machine at the entrance, which thankfully wasn’t for sale.

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This is a relatively new place remodeled from an old seafood market. It’s rustic and takes the barn theme seriously.

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Chickens and cows were plentiful, as were the bartender’s pours. It’s not often I call it quits at two margaritas… but I did that day in an effort not to fall off my stool.

The decor was down home country with a sense of humor, and when the husband came back from the men’s room requesting my phone, I knew it would be good.

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Keg urinals. The ultimate in recycling.

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There was also another antique washing machine, complete with rooster.

This got me curious what the ladies room had to offer so in I went, phone camera ready.

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Thankfully this wasn’t the only toilet. But aside from more chickens that was about it. Not nearly as much fun as the men’s room.

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I’d like to tell you I took pictures of the wonderful chili, the strange but quite tasty macaroni and cheese bites, and the fabulous charbroiled mushroom Swiss burger we ate, but I didn’t.

All I managed at the end of my second killer ‘Rita was one shot of the Philly cheesesteak egg rolls. Weird? Yes. But also really, really good.

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They’re not lying.

I was definitely happy when we left.

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