Race on down, but slow through town, to that little Burnett spot where good cheer is found. Take a Chance at Chances, come near or far, where good chow and good crew make a mighty fine bar. Step through the door, pull up and settle in, let the hometown hum and the good times begin. Friendly old faces, cold taps in the air, you’ll feel like a regular once you find your chair. Pizza comes bubbling with cheese stretching wide, golden at the edges and saucy inside. Burgers hit sizzling, stacked juicy and tall, while smoky glazed ribs barely cling on at all. Friday fish crackles beneath batter fried right, golden and flaky from first crunch to bite. Cold taps keep flowing with plenty to choose, while darts start flying and cards hit the grooves. Deal out the jacks and those one-eyed kings, shuffle the deck while the whole tavern sings. Stories grow taller as evening rolls through, with another cold round for the Chances crew. So take a Chance when you’re hungry tonight, grab pizza, some ribs, or that fish fried right. Good chow, good cheer, good folks near and far, Chances in Burnett, a mighty fine bar. Peace. Piece. Peas. Please pass the pizza. Mr. E & Justin Thyme
