One step into the Tomahawk and it is like being in a prison. You are now standing in a cage. A glance to the left shows you a small hole in the cage just big enough to fit a 30 pack through and a clerk who is eyeing you like you are a criminal, probably with one hand on a gun concealed behind the cage. Once your eyes adjust you see through the cage at what was once a bar, almost like being in a bar museum. Not really aesthetically pleasing, but still kitchy. The key to the Tomahawk is to get in and get out quick before any locals spot you. The locals are like zombies except they want change or to use your phone or a ride over the hill. Hit it and get it asap. Hey, what more did you expect from a dingy backwater dive? HAW HAW HAW!!!
