The Tin Hat's only goal is to achieve the status of platonic ideal for a certain type of bar-ness—and that it does, exceedingly well. Hot dogs are always $1. Grease plays silently in a corner. Pinball is free on Mondays. The place’s piece de resistance is the Flatliner: fries covered in cheese covered in bacon bits covered in gravy. None of these ingredients are organic, locally sourced, or especially delicious on their own, but together, here, they achieve a heart-attack majesty. The Tin Hat is great.
