2800 Jacksboro Highway
Fort Worth, TX 76114
Tarrant County
Phone: (817) 626-4992
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by Marky Mark F. on I just have to say that after reading the review posted by A.B. on 1/8 I will not be going back to this joint. If this is how the manager handles a sensitive situation like this, he's not going to see this Jew ever again. I'll be passing this story on to all my fellow members of the tribe.
by Jaime L. on There was a DYL here that I decided to skip one night and just drink champagne and watch movies instead. Yes, that was fun, and yes, there was groping involved, but it just doesn't feel right when you do it to yourself. So one night I drove home from work, propped myself on my computer *immediately* and Adam M. was online. Me: AAAADDAAMMM!!!! A: Hey you, whats up? Me: Nothin, really really really really bored. A: Me too Me: You want to go to that Dog Benefit thing at El Rio? I could use a couple drinks. A: Pick me up? Me: Awww are you fucking kidding me?! A: Please? Me: Anything for you, baby. Anything for you. I end up driving to his place and picking up him and his roommate, whom I'm now completely in love with. HAIIII JOHHNN! :D After taking forever to find parking and even walking past El Rio, turning around and going in, we are immediately greeted with cute doggies and Rateclubers. YAY! My favourite combination. Brian B, the dear man he is, pays for my drink. Apparently when compared, he looks younger than I do. Whatevs, I got my Stella for a rockin' 2.50. BOOYAH BITCHES. I win. So we grab our beers and head outside so John, Brian, and Adam could blow smoke rings around my face. It was warm out for a little bit, but then it turned cold. There was a space heater but it either burned your hair off or did absolutely nothing, so hooray for that (-1 star). Towards the end of the night someone gave me too many beers and I was passed out on the benches/Adam's lap/John's lap/Brian's lap. It was so flipping cold by the end of the night I was shivering and couldn't drive home. But it was nice to, while I was still conscious, sit around and shoot the shit. When it was time to go, someone really really awesome and sweet picked me up so it was all good. But my car got towed the next morning. MOTHERFUCKERS.
by Tiffanie Leichty on Cool speakeasy atmosphere (because it used to be one), and they pull in quality indie bands that are starting to get recognition. Decent bar, ok sound system, and a generally hip crowd. And if you happen to know the sound guy there, hanging out after hours and playing pool is fun too.
