The P-Dog may have something of a rough reputation, but in truth they're just a big bunch of pussycats. Just don't tell 'em we said so. The CD jukebox in this roomy, swaggering pool hall has a wide selection, but last time we were in there, Miles Davis didn't sound quite right. Melissa Etheridge either. Then we tried Van Halen! Panama! Barkeep, another roll of quarters and another can of Schlitz.
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