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Thursday, April 16, 1987
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"As long as we can get comedians we are
going to have comedy night," McMeen said.
He said Duffy's was filling the void created by
the closing of Rocky Rococo's, but they will
try to draw more national talent.
Last Sunday Jeff Stillson of LA filled Duf
fy's new addition. Future acts might include
Ron "Oz" Osborne of Omaha and John Rood of
Duffy's opened a new addition March 4
that doubles the size and allows for a pool
table to complement shuffleboard and a full
The kitchen's specialties are giant nachos,
a spicy beef stew made from an old Irish
recipe handed down through the generations
and 25-cent refills on soda for the desig
nated driver or anyone not wanting to take a
Duffy's has the original Big Eight Deluxe
with reworked flippers and an atmosphere to
calm the soul and cool the throat. It is an
everyday bar with an easy attitude and always
a joke from Hank, the best bartender east of
Duggan's Pub, 410 S. 11th St.
Some bars spend vast sums of cash on
hype. They promote drink specials or an
accelerated "party" way of life. Duggan's Pub
fits nowhere in that description. Duggan's
Pub, 410 S. 11th St., is simply a place to go
Jack Gross, co-owner, said that they offer
no drink specials and don't attempt to drag
people in by their noses with cutsey promo
"People come here to drink and enjoy life,"
Duggan's is one of those places that have
been around for years. Something like 40.
Jack and his partner have owned the pub for
The pub, is a well-lit, roomy place with
shuffleboard, pool tables and video games.
Drink prices are moderate, a buck twenty or
so for a domestic long neck.
This is a college town. And as such, many
bars either appeal to college students or to
those who prefer to remain as far as possible
away from the frenzied, overly vivacious seek
ers of higher education.
Duggan's Pub gets all kinds.
"We have one of the most diverse crowds in
Lincoln," Jack said. "We get some lawyers,
businessmen, plumbers, students and out-of-work
people in here," he said.
If you're looking for a quick piece of action
or loads of ultra-cheap drinks, head for
another bar. If you want to sit, play pool or
reflect upon the many mysteries of a long
neck Bud, a bar stool at Duggan's awaits.
O'Rourkes, 121 N. 14th St.
A friend of mine calls O'Rourke's, 121 N.
14th St., the "home of truth." He claims that
if you sit long enough in the smoky light of the
beer signs and drink enough pitchers, you
can find the answer to anything.
A lot of the regulars more than 100 of
them call it just plain "home." Some take
most of their phone calls there.
Chicago Cubs fans. Rugby players. Regional
Center workers. Geography students. Jour
nalists. Cornhusker Hotel employees. Artists.
Career students. (It's probably the only
downtown bar with more college degrees
They send postcards from all over that end
up on the wall at the end of the bar. Eat free
cold, salty popcorn. Provide nourishment for
the three hungry smokeaters suspended from
the low ceiling. Drop quarters in the juke box
to hear songs like Lou Reed's "Take a Walk on
the Wild Side" or Billie Holiday's "Ain't
Nobody's Business If I Do," hand-picked from
record stores, catalogs and private collec
tions by bar owners Dave Moreland and Doug
Moreland, 32, and McLeese, 33, bought the
bar 6 12 years ago, and it hasn't changed
A rumor floats around that the four bar
tenders, three of whom have worked there for
more than two years, have a pension plan.
That one's not true, Moreland says.
"You want to start one?" he asks. They stay
for the same reason the regulars keep coming
back it feels comfortable, he said.
"It's a seedy little dark bar that's got a
good juke box," said Mary Winner, a three
year bartending veteran and the only woman
on the crew.
"It's a nice place to work. I don't think I
could work at any other bar downtown."
You may not be able to find "the truth" at
O'Rourke's, but you'll hear some interesting
versions of it, from intellectual theories to
Mary tells the "Great Lime Caper."
The night a gin-and-tonic drinking couple
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stole a Tupperware container full of limes,
and Mary and co-bartender Tim Creek (a
meteorologist on the side) went after them.
Before the incident was over, a windshield
was shattered, the two O'Rourkeans had nar
rowly avoided injury and the police arrived,
only to find the guy (one of the lime thieves)
who called them running down the street, gin
in hand. The woman denied any knowledge ol
the man or of the limes.
The limes were never recovered.
It was a fruitless Friday night for margarita
and gin-and-tonic drinkers.
longneck and import beer specials draws a
predominantly college crowd.
Pears features drink specials every night
but Sunday and Tuesday. On those two nights
$1.99 burgers ar? sold as "Burger Madness."
Beer specials on Monday night include
$1.89 pitchers and 40-cent draws; Wednesday
is Ladies Night, and offers 89-cent "quality
cocktails" that feature "a little better" liquor,
manager Ray Noffsingcr said. For example
mixed drinks will include Tanqueary gin or
Cuervo tequila instead of lesser brands.
Import and domestic beer are also on sale at
89 cents a bottle. On Thursday domestic beer
is 89 cents a bottle. Friday specials include
domestic and imported bottled beer and
quality cocktails for 89 cents. Ten-cent tacos
are included as part of happy hour, which
runs from 4 to 9 p.m. and munchables on the
menu, like nachos, are half price. On Satur
days tequila drinks and Corona beers are 89
Pears includes a dance floor, four bars,
pool tables, pinball machines, a shuffleboard
and an outdoor sand volleyball court. Music is
top 40. Birthdays are publicized with an
intercom announcement and a free drink.
Ladies Night is the busiest night at Pears,
and a line usually forms outside.
Pears is a popular recommendation to col
lege students from out of town who are look
ing for fun.
Pears' interior is unique. Its walls, ceilings
and support posts are smothered with license
plates, old beer signs, Nebraska football tri
via, a sled and just about anything that will
P.O. Pears' world-famous last call, which
features a medley of old-time classics and
other music, is worth experiencing at least
once in a college career. Don't bring money
for admission. There is never, ever a cover
P.O. Pears, 322 S. 0th St.
P.O. Pears, with "quality cocktails" and
Sandy's, 122 N. 11th St.
If you have never had an Elk Creek, then
you have never been to Sandy's.
The Elk Creek, a mixture of orange juice
and various clear alcohols (if you want the
specifics, ask the bartender) is the bar's
trademark and feature item, and is part of the
bar's Friday afternoon line-up of drink specials.
Ever since I reached the ripe old age of 20
(I was one of the few who made it under the
- grandfather clause) I have been a "regular"
participant in Friday Afternoon Clubs and
found residence in the bar on other assorted
days and evenings of the week. I survived the
move of the bar more than a year ago from the'
corner of 14th and O streets to its current
Others surely did, too, as the bar seems to
keep increasing in popularity. Within the last
year the bar has expanded, taking over the
Helen Boosalis campaign headquarters, and
adding more fatures.
Two pool tables, a shuffleboard (another
Sandy's trademark), a foosball table, three
televisions and an assortment of video and
pinball games provide patrons with enter
tainment. In one corner of the bar a dance
floor has been added but hasn't seen much
use. Sandy's has always been known as a "sit
down, stand up and drink type place" and not
a dancing place. But things may change.
The bar provides drink specials every day
of the week. There is no way I can cover all the
specials, but I'll hit some of the highlights.
On Mondays, Sandy's has beer night with
cheap prices on can, tap and pitcher beer.
The $1.60 pitcher price is especially attractive.
Tuesday is "bucket" night. Patrons can
purchase a six-pack of beer in a bucket of ice
for $4.50. Wednesday is 60-cent night. Draws
are 60 cents; well drinks, 60 cents; and
pitchers of beer, $1.60. Thursday is margarita
night. Eighty-five cents for the tequila delight.
Friday afternoons and evenings patrons
can find Elk Creeks for $1.10, pitchers of Elk
Creeks for $4.50 and pitchers of beer for
$1.75. Saturday afternoons offer the same
specials as Monday, and Sundays all specials
are available, and a free movie is shown at 8
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The Zoo Bar, 136 N. 14th St
I had this terrible dream. I had moved out
of Lincoln, been gone a long time and
returned to visit some friends. I went on down
to the Zoo Bar. I opened the door and incredi
ble amounts of light flowed from inside. I
stepped in. The bar was well-lit by long rows
of flourescent bulbs. The bar had this ugly
formica top, and behind it were stacks of
those little cereal boxes and tourist souven
irs from Nebraska. There was even one of
those blizzard balls with Bob Kerrey standing
under water, waving. When you shook it, Ker
rey's pants fell down around his ankles and
snow flurried around him.
All the tables had Pizza Hut tablecloths,
the bathrooms had those Wendy's Sears
catalog collages for wallpaper, the stage had
become a kitchen, and about seven wai
tresses with B-52s wearing canary-yellow uni
forms and horn-rimmed glasses were wad
dling between the tables.
I sat at a table near the kitchen and hoped
a blues band from Chicago would eventually
appear in the waitress window. Instead this
cook just kept looking out at me.
He looked familiar, but I just couldn't
Then this one-eyed waitress came up to the
waitress window and began to stack the ;
dishes the cock had prepared up and down '
her trras. The cock let cut this kind of prim
eval wail that started way deep back in hi3
throat, projected up a minor scale and then .
turned into a pained rumble at the back of his
throat again. This wail made the waitress
drop all of the dishes, and pretty soon tears
were just streaming out of her one eye.
The cook just cocked his head back and
closed his eyes. He shook his head real slow.
It was Magic Slim.
Now once a week I make sure to go to the
Zoo. To make sure the comers are still so dark
that you can barely see the beer in front of
your face. To make sure the ghosts of nights I
slowly swayed back and forth to Slim, Jay
McShann, Jonathan Richman, the LeRoi Bro
thers, the Morrells, Johnny Reno, Charlie Bur
ton, the Crap Detectors, Buddy Guy and Jun
ior Wells, the Mighty Flyers and the Table
rockers are still wisping around in there.
When Slim throws his head back and pours,
out one of those wails, I know he ain't makin'
. Charles Lieurance
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