If you arrive just as the sun is setting, the backcountry feel of Cooks Corner provides much-needed respite from the suburban OC sprawl that creeps dangerously close to Cleveland National Forest blossoming just beyond Cooks. As the sun drops, Harleys roar up to the low-slung yellow building at the fork in the road, and regulars pile into its sawdust-strewn interior. Many sit outside on the dozen or so picnic tables for a pint, a smoke or a snack from the menu. The mix of majestic mountains, glittering Hogs and a true biker jukebox cant be beat. Cooks reduces the biker-bar experience to its barest, purest essentials: beer, burgers and mountainsand no strip malls or highways to speak of for miles around.
