Mount Royal Inn 137 Kings Hwy Mount Royal The first bar that PJ and I visited was the Mount Royal Inn.  We didn't set out to go there.   We actually were on our way to the next bar, Adelphias, and we decided to stop in when we drove past it.  We were off to a rocky start as my sister was screwing around with my camera and I couldn't figure out how to turn the damn flash on.  It is a digital camera with about 8,000 functions, all identified by some odd looking symbol and an odd combination of buttons that I had to press. Well, we walked into this bar and there were definitely a good number of people there.  I think it is the only bar in town so all of the locals were there.  It was your typical townie bar with the whole cast of characters.  There was the large biker type guy covered in tattoos, the middle aged trashy woman and many men with mullets and facial hair of varying length.   I think there was a strict dress code of t-shirts and flannel.  The beers on tap were reserved to cheap beers like Bud and Coors light.  The bar was the dive bar of dive bars, but it had a good, energy filled, rowdy atmosphere.   Good thing about the bar: The people there were highly entertaining.  At one point the bar phone rang and when Dottie the bar tender picked up, it was the guy sitting down the bar yelling into his cell phone, "where the hell's my damn beer!  Shit I have to call you on the phone to get a beer around here!"  This was the same person who answered his cell phone loudly every time it rang with, "Yo pussy, what's up?" Bad Point about the bar: PJ and I had more teeth than the rest of the bar patrons combined, and the bar had a good crowd. White trash factor (1-10):  10 Ratio of girls to guys:  1/10 Crowd density:  Medium Age of the crowd:  late thirties-ish Overall rating:  6 -Because of the good energy and the fun rowdy atmosphere