Phil's

It's wet t-shirts and stale cigarettes. It's Ruthie at the door and Faye behind the bar. It's sneaking a beer with X's on your hands. It's a scrap in the parking lot on gravel and broken glass. It's a hangover and a hangover cure. It's a 2,000 square foot dance floor, George Straight, and Juvenile. You'll want this soap to get the stank off ya.