We went there to watch the Green Bay Packer football game. Drink prices were reasonable and the bartenders very friendly. As a bonus they had free barbecue sandwiches and popcorn. Packers won which made it even better.
Mike T.
Shout out to Mr. Derek, a prior service Army veteran. Whenever I needed another beer, he was right there with another one for me. You'll get tasty, greasy bar food for cheap. $1 beers on Tuesdays. Friendly service, friendly people. All around a great dive.
Mickey T DuBray
Good time
Rod Miller
Fast service
Jacob Ellis
It's alright, service was good
Jack D.
North of Cheyenne. Miguel said he knew an old friend from the Navy who set up a life around these parts. Just the sort of man I'd need to help me get my hands on some items. I don't know the lay of the land. All I had was a barely legible number written on a bar napkin. I pulled over to a phone box on the side of the road and called. A gruff voice, worn no doubt from years of that tobacco and Thai whiskey, answered. "My name's Jack. My friend Miguel said I could call you if I needed some..." I paused "...supplies". He hung up on me. Miguel told me he might. I tried again and the phone rang interminably without getting picked up. I hung up and kept at it. Eventually I gave up. I smoked for a while next to the phone booth, pondering all the great mysteries. My thinking was interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered. "Bronco Bar. Tonight." That was it. No details. I arrived at the bar that afternoon and set up at the bar. The bartender was a slender man who introduced himself as Cody. I didn't care for the name and his cheery nature seemed inappropriate for the location. I took advantage of a happy hour deal that had me 7 pints in with barely a dent in my pocket. My face was warm from the alcohol and the orange embers from the setting sun lulled me into a state of contentment I hadn't enjoyed since I was back east. Around 7, after a few locals found their way to the pinball machine, a behemoth of a man trudged to me. He didn't make eye contact. "How's Miguel?" I stared straight ahead. "Two kids and a 9-5". "For him that's making it." "We're not all cut from the same cloth." He chuckled. It seemed unfamiliar to him but I sensed he and I were probably a lot like. That's why Miguel gave me his info I'm sure. "Talk business now or are you ordering?" I asked "Haven't eaten all day. And the wings here are great. Crispy but not over cooked. A real deal. And as part of their happy hour you can't do any better." We drank away the night, side by side, commiserating about the lives we lead. Last call came around like a Jehovas witness, unwelcome, offering light where I wanted darkness. The clamor of drunks stumbling to the driveway, a soon-to-be regretted one-night stand in the works between a couple of twenty-somethings. The night was over for me and my drinking companion. "Follow me," he said, getting up from the bar, throwing some cash down, and walking to the exit. In the parking lot, he lit up a cigarette and leaned against an SUV. It was more befitting of a soccer mom. But when you run guns, it helps not to stand out. "Mile marker 68. It's about 2 miles east." He got into his car and pulled out. I took one last look at the bar. Good service.
Kyle Valent
Good food and drinks at a fair price.
Jeff Hughes
Stopped in town for the night for work in Lingle. A decent collection of different types liquors and alot of vodkas and Canadian whiskey. The sirloin steak was awesome. No steak sauce needed at all. They have a med size dance floor in the back and I guess bands on fridays. Def the place to be in town. The only complaint I had was there were a few flies while I ate. A sinhle fly trap outta gix this Also I think this is now called Bronchos
dwight fry
Dropped in when passing through Torrington back in May 14 and had a good evening, thanks to the friendly girl behind the bar, sorry can't remember your name, and the customers who were in there. We had a few drinks together. Me, a total stranger from England, felt right at home in a foreign country. Thanks to you all.
Scott Hanna
Hung out here a few nights while in town. Friendly staff. Nice outdoor patio. Overall was a great "country bar" atmosphere.
We went there to watch the Green Bay Packer football game. Drink prices were reasonable and the bartenders very friendly. As a bonus they had free barbecue sandwiches and popcorn. Packers won which made it even better.
Shout out to Mr. Derek, a prior service Army veteran. Whenever I needed another beer, he was right there with another one for me. You'll get tasty, greasy bar food for cheap. $1 beers on Tuesdays. Friendly service, friendly people. All around a great dive.
Good time
Fast service
It's alright, service was good
North of Cheyenne. Miguel said he knew an old friend from the Navy who set up a life around these parts. Just the sort of man I'd need to help me get my hands on some items. I don't know the lay of the land. All I had was a barely legible number written on a bar napkin. I pulled over to a phone box on the side of the road and called. A gruff voice, worn no doubt from years of that tobacco and Thai whiskey, answered. "My name's Jack. My friend Miguel said I could call you if I needed some..." I paused "...supplies". He hung up on me. Miguel told me he might. I tried again and the phone rang interminably without getting picked up. I hung up and kept at it. Eventually I gave up. I smoked for a while next to the phone booth, pondering all the great mysteries. My thinking was interrupted by the phone ringing. I answered. "Bronco Bar. Tonight." That was it. No details. I arrived at the bar that afternoon and set up at the bar. The bartender was a slender man who introduced himself as Cody. I didn't care for the name and his cheery nature seemed inappropriate for the location. I took advantage of a happy hour deal that had me 7 pints in with barely a dent in my pocket. My face was warm from the alcohol and the orange embers from the setting sun lulled me into a state of contentment I hadn't enjoyed since I was back east. Around 7, after a few locals found their way to the pinball machine, a behemoth of a man trudged to me. He didn't make eye contact. "How's Miguel?" I stared straight ahead. "Two kids and a 9-5". "For him that's making it." "We're not all cut from the same cloth." He chuckled. It seemed unfamiliar to him but I sensed he and I were probably a lot like. That's why Miguel gave me his info I'm sure. "Talk business now or are you ordering?" I asked "Haven't eaten all day. And the wings here are great. Crispy but not over cooked. A real deal. And as part of their happy hour you can't do any better." We drank away the night, side by side, commiserating about the lives we lead. Last call came around like a Jehovas witness, unwelcome, offering light where I wanted darkness. The clamor of drunks stumbling to the driveway, a soon-to-be regretted one-night stand in the works between a couple of twenty-somethings. The night was over for me and my drinking companion. "Follow me," he said, getting up from the bar, throwing some cash down, and walking to the exit. In the parking lot, he lit up a cigarette and leaned against an SUV. It was more befitting of a soccer mom. But when you run guns, it helps not to stand out. "Mile marker 68. It's about 2 miles east." He got into his car and pulled out. I took one last look at the bar. Good service.
Good food and drinks at a fair price.
Stopped in town for the night for work in Lingle. A decent collection of different types liquors and alot of vodkas and Canadian whiskey. The sirloin steak was awesome. No steak sauce needed at all. They have a med size dance floor in the back and I guess bands on fridays. Def the place to be in town. The only complaint I had was there were a few flies while I ate. A sinhle fly trap outta gix this Also I think this is now called Bronchos
Dropped in when passing through Torrington back in May 14 and had a good evening, thanks to the friendly girl behind the bar, sorry can't remember your name, and the customers who were in there. We had a few drinks together. Me, a total stranger from England, felt right at home in a foreign country. Thanks to you all.
Hung out here a few nights while in town. Friendly staff. Nice outdoor patio. Overall was a great "country bar" atmosphere.
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