I know what you’re thinking… “Can of PBR is the same everywhere!”. But oh no how mistaken you are. Where and for what price and in what context you drink your can of PBR can greatly affect your appreciation of this winning lager. You wouldn’t, say, enjoy your can of PBR at the St. Regis' King Cole bar. Nor is it nice to pay $3 or $4 for what should essentially be free in some lame wannabe dive bar atmosphere. No, no. To truly enjoy a can of PBR, it must be in the right dark seedy corner. It must be for the low cost of $2. And it must be ice ice cold (so you can’t really taste it). Welcome to the Johnson’s is all that and more. I think the place was built with the essence of PBR, and if you lick the walls they will most likely taste like PBR*. There is a sunken (euphemism for broken) couch covered in plastic. There is wood paneling reminiscent of the basement in that 70’s show. There is an antique (euphemism for broken) TV playing god knows what. This place is the ultimate dive bar in all the best ways**. Just try not to break the seal… the bathroom is gross.
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