Hidden in a Ruston-area neighborhood, you'd never guess that Unicorn Sports Bar bustled nightly with long-time patrons and local barflies. Pool tables, dart boards, taco specials, an easy fried-food menu, old barstools, crazy flooring, and bar-top video games hand this place the dive bar card it was meant to be dealt. Push your way through the stiff, wooden, salon-type bathroom doors and find yourself inside every woman's Sharpie-scripted diary. With a couple of expected wall writings of "Mary so-and-so is a whore" type stuff, one can also find poetic advice, clever limericks, and personal compliments specifically concerning a person's love for the Unicorn itself.  A large refrigerated case houses plenty of bottled beer behind the counter, cold and ready to quench even the most discerning domestic beer tastes. I witnessed more than one variety of tomato-based tall-boy beverages. On tap the selection holds approximately six typical domesticated micro-brews such as Blue Moon and Widmere, and four true-to-life domestics. The real shit, like Budweiser.

LINK: Unicorn's happy hour

LINK: Photos from a Wednesday night

LINK: You can drink outside