This haven for Knuckleheads' after-hours refugees does its best to emulate the popular West Bottoms' blues jam format. In doing so, they manage to dethrone Tonahill's Three Of A Kind as the worst open mic spot in the Tri-City area. Coyote Bill and his Hard Liquor colleagues have a sign-up list that they scan for friends and family, allowing newcomers to rot while they strut their stuff throughout relentless thirty-minute guitar solos. We sat for three hours before they let our keyboardist join in, and she was drowned out before our guitarist gave up and walked out. This is no place for kids or a romantic interlude either, the bikers make sure of that. It's tucked away in a seedy strip mall, so if you can't find it, good for you.