When I think of a bootlegger, I think of a bunch of moonshiners driving the backroads of some southern state at high speeds, peddling their bathtub brews and staying one step ahead of the law. Maybe they get in a fight with some mobsters and Tom Hardy punches one of them so hard in the throat goiter that it explodes out of their mouth in what I would consider one of the most ridiculous things I’ve seen in all of film. What a bootlegger isn’t is a nice Italian restaurant, which is why I wouldn’t call my nice Italian restaurant The Bootlegger. The Upstanding Gentleman, The Italian American Social Club, The Definitely Not a Front Restaurant, all fine names if you want to get across that your establishment may not be on the up and up but still has fine food, but Bootlegger, no. All that being said, The Bootlegger sounds exactly like the kind of place you would go to get some great nachos, but did this turn out to be the case in this case?
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Homemade Chips, Chili, Lettuce, Cheese, Tomatoes, Onions, Olives, Salsa, Sour Cream