Knuckleheads Saloon

Saturday night we met my friend and co-worker, Cathy, her boyfriend, Scott, and another couple at Knuckleheads.

After following two sets of directions that gave opposite directions, being stopped by a long, slow train and seeing parts of KC we didn't know existed (and honestly didn't want to know existed) we finally made it. I should comment that our stress level by this time was eerily similar to every family vacation when we got really lost (very low, of course).

But once we arrived, walking up to this place was mesmerizing. The vehicles lining the street under the bridge were a mix of luxury cars, motorcycles, a few regular cars like ours and not so nice cars. And then the same mixture of people were inside Knuckleheads which is half inside/half outside.

Apparently originally in the 1800's it was built as a boarding house on the train tracks. And close to the train tracks it was. The tracks that had trains continuously going by, were an extremely close distance to the outdoor stage.

Steve enjoyed the special of the night; "tall boys" PBR cans and some greasy tacos. Both of the bands were blues bands, and were excellent. It's an understatement to say that there could possibly be no place (unless it's a place with Nate) that could make my Dad happier. We will definitely be taking him here.

To top it off, we even sat on bleachers all night. And even though the band is from San Fran, they gave a shout out to Des Moines multiple times because the Central Iowa Blues Society were all there!

Cathy and me in the bleachers.

If we can ever find it again, we'll definitely be going back.