Category: | Restaurant, |
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Address: | 125 N Main St, Hannibal, MO 63401, USA |
Zip code: | 63401 |
Website: | https://m.facebook.com/RumorsHannibal/ |
Opening hours (Edit) | |
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Monday: | Closed |
Tuesday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Wednesday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Thursday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Friday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Saturday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Sunday: | 11:00 AM – 1:30 AM |
Good service, pretty good food (the breaded cauliflower and veggie burger were both very good), and the price was right too.
We just happened to stay in hannibal on our trip out west. Wanted something to eat. Found this bar.
What an awesome place. We were more than welcomed by the owners. GREAT people. The catfish dinner was the best we have ever eaten. Thanks for the hospitality. We will definitely stop there again.
Great lunch! Juicy hamburger, hot French fries, tasty catfish bites. Enjoyed outside seating and friendly waitress. Nice place to eat and Hannibal MO is a nice place to visit.
If a pretty waitress showcasing an ample busom is your thing, this is your spot. If an impeccable tavern menu is your thing, well, this one needs some tuning. We (3) sauntered in at 630 pm on a Tuesday. Kitchen staff was sitting out on the sidewalk at bistro tables hanging out and making a concerted group effort to punish their lungs with tar while feeding their nicotine addictions. We sat down and the aforementioned waitress greeted us with menus and headed off to get us beer. As she left the kitchen crew came back in... the three of us ordered a special from the menu: the Hawaiian burger; mistake x 3! Best part of meal was fries and beer! Burger arrived hot in a sea of very good fries. Unfortunately a Hawaiian burger featured pineapple and ham loaded into a bun struggling to live out what little remained of its useful life. Any taste of beef there might have been was lost in the sandpaper texture of a bun that had clearly seen better days combined with the way too much sweetness of a thick canned pineapple slab that simply overpowered what little burger there was. The ham was tough textured at the edges and did no one any favors. A table mate stripped all the junk out and just ate his burger which I regretted not doing myself. The beers were cold and the ac was on on a 97 degree day, so we hung for an hour and headed for the road full and cool but not really satisfied