It's been referred to as the Purple People Eater in these pages, and rightly so. It's purple. A few too many rounds in this dark little Garden City bar, and you'll feel like you've been chewed up and spit out by some of the nicest bartenders in town. Funny thing about Mr. Lucky's is the collection of shiny hogs lined up in the parking lot from time to time. Who'd a thunk a purple bar would beckon bikers?