So you hop on a bar stool. You order a burger and a beer. Then another beer, and another beer. Then you decide you want wings, and—what the hell?—another beer before you head out. But when the bill arrives, the total is *squints*... 12 bucks? It’s not a server error; it’s Two Dollar Tuesday at the Fremont, where wings, beers, burgers, and rail drinks are all available for a two spot. When you have to really try to spend 20 bucks on dinner? That’s exactly the kind of cheap we are.