Finding a nice surprise in a bargain bin is always a mixed experience. Good, for the obvious reason: hurrah! This is terrific! Bad, because it ended up there at all. If the game doesn’t suck, that only leaves one option: it just didn’t sell. In the case of Callahan’s Crosstime Saloon, the jewel case was beaten up, cracked, and came from a flea market somewhere in America. It was the game equivalent of the bedraggled cat at the back of the animal rescue shelter, with the big hopeful eyes, molting fur, and cage right next to the room where they keep the nighty-night needles. I picked it up mostly out of sympathy, and I actually got it for free, because the guy on the stall couldn’t be bothered to make change for a note… read more >
Get kiddie krunk in Portland Bars
As recently as a decade ago, most parents wouldn’t dream of taking their child to Portland Bars. The billows of cigarette smoke alone would deter
