IF FLYING MONKEYS terrify you, then stop reading this post. Unless you drink.
I recently happened upon Flying Monkey Saloon in Hayfield. I didn’t set foot inside the small town bar. Not because I’m afraid of flying monkeys. But because the time had not yet reached noon. I wish I’d broken my self-imposed rule and at least poked my head inside a bar with a catchy name and equally appealing graphics.
My sole source of info about this Main Street Hayfield bar comes from the internet. Hannah and Craig met and drank beer here. And now they’re engaged to be married in February 2017.
The burger baskets are endorsed as “awesome,” an overused word that I particularly dislike. But I’ll trust that Flying Monkey burgers really are delicious.
Flying Monkey apparently chooses a Customer of the Week. I have no idea the process or what the honor entails. But it sounds good to me. Maybe you get a free beer. Or burger.
Bikers and cruisers are drawn here. So Facebook shows me. That’s as good an endorsement as any for a small town bar.
If I ever return to Hayfield, I promise to check out the Flying Monkey Saloon. Even if I’m there before noon.
© Copyright 2016 Audrey Kletscher Helbling