kregzilla

Bears, Twinks, and Smells, OH MY

Old timers will tell you about the Tomahawk, which was the Hawk in an earlier incarnation. Sadly, today the bar isn't much more than a worn out shack where old bears and twinks go to drink away their problems and stir up mindless drama. Saturday nights are about the only good nights to go, but once in a while Sunday afternoons will be fun. The ideal place to slum with friends when you get bored with Twist or Bounce, but don't go looking for sex, unless you're into krazy twinkies or gross sweaty fat old men. Every once in a while, for some strange reason, the bar fills with a sick shitty smell. Don't know if its the restroom or the apartments upstairs, but when the foul odor arrives, its definitely time to clear out. Yes, welcome to Cleveland.