Roman’s Oasis

Like Doctor Who’s TARDIS, Roman’s Oasis is bigger on the inside. From the parking lot, the historic bar looks a bit ramshackle, a roadhouse that has evolved and grown over the decades. Inside, the sprawling bar goes on and on. The front room, anchored by a shuffleboard table and a large portrait of John Wayne, leads to a spacious dance floor where lessons happen three nights a week. Keep exploring, and you’ll find more rooms with pool tables, endless tables, chairs and a narrow patio. Staring at the walls is its own pastime at Roman’s; grab a cheap drink and wander the bar looking at decades of memorabilia, including country music album covers, spring training merch, NASCAR ephemera, vintage beer signs and even a faded Spuds MacKenzie advertisement. The food menu is surprisingly substantial, and you can’t go wrong with the Southwest Burger, a house special. Add in karaoke, live music, poker, friendly staff and a total lack of pretension, and we have to give Roman’s the highest praise we can think of: We wish we lived closer.