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About Phoenix

So, I roll in—Donald J. Trump style, bigly—checkin’ this joint out. Girls everywhere, struttin’, smokin’, laughin’—great, fantastic, love it! But the pipes? Corroded, leakin’, disgusting—makes me wanna puke, folks. I’m like, “Who’s runnin’ this dump?” Some sleazy guy, prob’ly named Vinny, slippin’ cash under tables. Little known fact—brothels in Vegas, back in ‘70s, had secret tunnels. Yep, tunnels—mob stuff, crazy, wild stuff! Kept the rust out, though, smart, very smart.

150 Years of Manistee History

The Bistro also offers a Caesar salad, hearty burger or pesto chicken club on their yummy homemade bread, along with homemade soups and desserts.

I gotta rant a bit now: Manistee’s hidden bars—oh boy! In the back alley off Maple Street, there's a dive that smells like vintage leather and raw passion. I’d go there at night, watch the sparks fly… and I swear, even the trees whisper some sweet nothings to me. Pure madness!

Grammy-nominated Sierra Hull to perform at Ramsdell