Loyal Order of Moose

I’ve been a couple/​three times with friends that are members. IIRC, dues are $ 50/​year for a guy, cheaper than that for females. Don’t be thinking that this is a splendid place to meet and greet ladies… it isn’t. It’s basically a dive bar with a membership requirement.
I’ll amend the last statement by saying that if all that you’re looking for can be satisfied by finding a convenient, relatively comfy place to loiter and get your drink on, then the Moose is the place for you. There are friendly folks, there’s alcohol, the bathroom is pretty clean. Other than that, talking strictly about the bar side, there isn’t much else.
Let’s address the bar side, since you brought it up. Beers are expensive. I can’t remember exactly how expensive, because unless you’re a member, you can’t get one. If you’re a guest, you have to have somebody that you know go to the bar and buy you a beer. That would be fine, but whatever the beers cost (beg pardon for not writing down this detail), they are not a bargain, as you would expect at a place that has security locks on the doors that are triggered by magnetic membership cards. I call bullshit on that. The draft beer pitchers are minuscule, cost something retarded – like $ 6 or $ 7 – and have about 3 beers in them, after they float that goddamned frozen soda bottle full of water that might just have been dragged across the parking lot. Seriously, people that don’t eschew the practice of putting objects that may have been touched by lepers (although I seriously doubt that any lepers frequent the Moose Lodge) into their pitcher of beer confound me. WTF? I don’t know where that bottle has been. I don’t know where the pitcher has been, either, but I have high hopes that the people pouring beer have a conscience and have cleaned the thing. That beer-​robbing bottle of frozen water? Not so much. Quit that stupid shit. I’ve been here more than once… your patrons would never allow a beer to get warm. It’s gross and your pitchers and prices are a feckin’ joke.
Moving along. Krapaoke. They have it and it’s the only version of entertainment going, apparently. Krapaoke sucks. Every time, everywhere, I don’t care who’s doing it, krapaoke sucks. Krapaoke is featured here every night. Every night that I’ve been there, at least. It sucks. Krapaoke sucks. But, hey, the multitudes at the Moose Lodge love this unsightly spectacle. Screw that. I’d pay money to see harp seals clubbed in real time by Eskimos or whoever, but watching krapaoke just sucks.
If you wish to become a member of this place, Friday night dinners would be a fine excuse. For $ 15, you get a seriously ginormous slab of prime rib (see the picture), salad bar, and choice of potato. I got fries, and the salad bar wasn’t huge, but it had the basics. There’s also a ribeye steak and seafood platter, I think. This was actually worth the price of having my tympanic membranes ruptured by the bullshit krapaoke. Whoever is running the kitchen here knows what they’re doing… the au jus with the prime rib might look like some primordial muck, but it was actually incredibly tasty and not too salty. I wouldn’t ordinarily pay twice the price for the same meal, but I would certainly pay $ 20 or around there. You could make your membership fee back in a year just on the basis of Friday night dinners.
Beg pardon if this seems negative. It isn’t, really. I had fun here, but I loathe (with capital L-​O-​A-​T-​H-​E letters) krapaoke. It’s easy, it’s cheap, it appeals to no-​talent narcissists that have an innate desire to make people suffer and listen to their bullshit. If you visit the Moose Lodge, you’ll hear people singing that should record themselves at home, decide that they suck at singing, and never attempt that shameful bullshit ever again. But they will. And you’ll see them, and sadly hear them, if you ever venture forth into the bar side of this private club.
Which reminds me. Smoking. There’s a plethora of that in here. All night. Even when they allow small chilruns to toddle around. Seems like kids are allowed in the bar side until 8 – 9 pm, even while people are puffing away like they hate humanity and are on a mission to infect us all with COPD and emphysema.