1601 South Alvernon Way
Tucson, AZ 85711
Pima County
Phone: (520) 748-8363
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by Nari C. on Being Korean, I swear EVERY time I come here I see someone I know. Yes, this is definitely one of those places you will always run into someone (asian) you know. And that could be a good thing.. or a bad thing.. depending on your mood.. It's definitely a fun place, where it's pretty easy to meet people and just relax and have a good time. They have great specials on tuesdays, $20 for all you can drink beer/wine and all you can eat fried food. This is probably one of my favorite happy hour specials in the city :) The cocktails are a little overpriced on the weekends. And sometimes the crowd could get a littttle skeevy.. But I guess this is with most bars in the city? But all in all, I think this is definitely one of the better bars in K-town. Not to mention the ultra cute staff (specifically DANA~ lova ya :D )
by Bridget N. on If you are under 21 in this city and need a spot to drink, go to Oscar's as you are most likely to never get carded. Now, besides that, Oscar's is the epitome of a dive bar. You can smoke inside, play your favorite songs on the jukebox (3 for a dollar), the beer is ridiculously cheap and served in ginormous glasses, and eat greasy bar food. It's wonderful. The service is pretty good even though the place is always busy, no matter the day of the week. I've been here with three other people and I've also been here with thirteen others and somehow we always manage to get a table and have a great time. It's the perfect place to pregame.
by Richard Dollak on The Roosevelt is a seething pit of elitist asshole party monsters that should be bombed from the Earth. That said, it's also a fantastically rad place to stay if you sometimes like acting like an elitist asshole party monster. Somehow, we got bumped up to a poolside cabana, which is the only place to stay. Fancy-cool, but with ridiculously thin walls, you can hang over your balcony and let everyone know that, yes, you have one of those goddamn rooms. And yes, you're likely trashing it with all the demented sex you're having. Our first morning we were at the pool, trying to do work. Within minutes, we were set upon by a 21 year old Greek surfer who had a bottle of cuervo in his hand (it was 10am) and who informed us he had just inherited $200 million. Really. By lunch we had nailed 2 bottles of the expensive champagne (he put our whole day at the pool on his tab), had helped security escort him back to his room (the first of three time that would happen that day), and had done drugs. Later, we had somebody from the Chappel Show buy us a few rounds of drinks (as part of an effort to mack on my woman), we had to be seperated by security (who conveniently walked me into the then raging nightclub so I could "cool off") and otherwise acted like WE had just inherited $200 million. Poor ritchie ritch had to leave after his brother came to pick him up (at management's request), but the next day we somehow had drinks billed to his room. Ahhhhhh, I love you Los Angeles. You too, Roosevelt.
