A night at the Moose

VFW Vibes – Where the Bartender Deserves Her Own Stage

Pulled into what I can only describe as the spiritual cousin of a VFW, Moose Lodge, and 1970s community rec center. The parking lot was gravel, vast, and suspiciously well-suited for monster truck rallies or flea markets. The surrounding neighborhood? Let’s call it budget-friendly, but not sketchy. Just… modest. Like “we don’t lock our doors, but we probably should.”

A towering staircase dared me to prove my knees still work, or there was a handicap ramp if you prefer the scenic route.