Salty Dawg Saloon is an institution in Homer, so we had to pay a visit. As the door creaked open and we stepped inside, we were greeted by the dark glares of twelve bearded fishermen seated around the bar. In the ensuing silence, we were sized up and dismissed as ... *gasp* ... tourists! Fortunately we aren't from the 'Lower 48' and we didn't visit during the busy summer season, so we were served (bottles, no glasses).
The walls of the saloon are covered with one-dollar bills, all signed by the various patrons, so we added our 100 cents' worth to the wall.
We enjoyed our beers in the gloomy fishermen's den, but we soon left for the brighter, less fishy pasture of the wine-tasting course.