Description
Since Prohibition, those lucky bastards who live in Richmond Beach have had the perfect tavern: the Cabin. It's has television sets tuned to sports and classic rock on the jukebox. It's in the middle of nowhere, yet not too far from anywhere. It has cheap and filling food, Black Butte porter, a massive patio, and aesthetic imperfections so mind-bogglingly unique that they turn into charm. The fact that its proprietors haven't bothered with flattening the sloped floor by the bar hasn't been a deterrent, nor has the fact that it's become a favorite stop on the Harley-Davidson circuit.
