Well if you ever find yourself in Willamina (you’re lost AF) and have time to kill, there’s a very ugly bunker looking building on the main drag (that would probably give most biker gangs second thoughts) called Dillons. Despite our trepidation we gave it a shot. (Our motto has always been, “The divier, the better”). The inside was a major surprise. Clean and squared away, three (at least) pool tables, and beers were $2-$4 a pint depending on what you’re drinking (killer margaritas too, as it was Cinco De Mayo). It was run by two feisty yet very friendly ladies of a certain age who kept us very entertained (they had us immediately pegged as city slickers when I had to ask for a slice of lemon in my Hefeweizen).We’re still wondering if they were hitting on us (but we’re not complaining). We literally hated to move on and it’s probably good Willamina didn’t have any higher end motels. About the time we decided to push on, the place started filling up with the hardcore regulars……..all of whom probably were at least 10 years older than us and wanting to know (in a welcoming way) who the hell us “kids” were and WTF we were doing in Willamina. It was an absolute terrific way to shake off the pandemic blues and get reacquainted with society…..I’d highly recommend it as a place to while away an afternoon someplace other than here……
