Got forcibly shoved out the door there once by Andre, of "Jimmy B and Andre" fame when some very drunk jerk of a local newsman [[who maybe only older Detroiters will remember) said something lewd and rude to my girlfriend [[later my first wife), and I told him to f--- off. Newsman stayed - I went.
Later, when I worked for the city, we used to go there for lunch quite a bit, which was a mellower and less drunk scene than in the evening. Friendly waitresses too. Once had a very nice lengthy discussion there over lunch with former Lion and sportscaster Wayne Walker, while sitting directly under his framed jersey.
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