may be “Fountain’s finest watering hole,” but it’s still a classic dive/sports bar where locals congregate around darts and pool tables. Everybody seems to know one another, and they’re friendly and welcoming. C’mon Inn clearly holds status as a vital community hub, but that doesn’t mean I’m able to say anything nice about the C’mon Inn Slopper ($8.49). The menu says it’s served open-faced, the true way, but it’s not, a minor quibble compared to the sad experience the thin, tough, well-done patty offers. Our bartender/cook halves the burger so we can try both the red and green chiles; the red’s basically chili, with whole beans, big canned tomato segments and insufficient seasoning. The green lacks heat, with bland, fatty pork pieces. Fries are abysmal, many stuck together, unevenly heated, some hard and crunchy, others mushy, like they were fried hours ago, then nuked. Blue Moon ($4.25/pint) and New Belgium’s Voodoo Ranger IPA ($4.50/bottle) do what palate cleansing they can.