Cold beer.
Loud nights.
No pretense.

Waldo's a small town. Blink and you're through it. But if you pull off at the right corner, you'll find Oscar's — draft beer cold enough to make your teeth hurt, a pool table that's seen some things, and a crowd that knows each other by the third visit.

We're named after a cat with an attitude problem, which tells you most of what you need to know. We don't do velvet ropes. We don't do small plates. We do football on the big screen, live music on the patio, bingo on Thursdays — and a kitchen full of the kind of food that actually goes with a cold beer: wings, burgers, quesadillas, fried bologna, and a cold plate that tastes like your grandpa's fridge in the best possible way.

Come for a drink. Stay for the nonsense.