This place instantly lost a star when I walked in and got death stares from every patron in the place. How dare I enter their sanctuary. Ok, I get it, I'm in Pigeon, I shouldn't expect much but holy shit this place reeks of incest and tobacco spit(not literally, it actually smelled good). Do you love NASCAR? Is Jimmie Johnson your idol? Are you currently wearing a Jeff Gordon sucks tee shirt? If so, then get your ass to The Pigeon Inn because you will be welcomed with open arms. So my actual experience here is rather comical. I sat down at a bar stool and instantly the foot rail broke off. I'm fat but not "break a chair under your heft fat" but this chair seemed to think otherwise. I was informed that this was not the first time that has happened. Quaint. My drink was weak, but cheap. I didn't eat thankfully as I can only imagine what that kitchen looks like. Pro Tip: Apparently Club Keno is a hot topic here. Play your favorite NASCAR drivers number!