by Zackary Beumer on An absolutely wonderful experience. We just moved to Atlanta and gave this place a shot as our first attraction to visit. It was money well spent. There is so much to see. The large aquariums are breathtaking. We purchased an annual membership because it was so great.
by Claire H. on So, seeing that I grew up here, it wasn't until I drank in bars NOT in the L.A. vicinity that I realized, no wonder drinking at bars in my hometown and beyond is kind of a rip off. Maybe it's because I'm a bit of a snob; I don't order well drinks, I love interesting craft brews, and if you ever see me order a PBR, I'll eat my hat. Oh, I get it. Now I understand why, for the last ten years, my favorite L.A. bar has been my front porch. Well, I have a feeling my front porch is about to go through some cold and lonely nights, and that's not just because it's an El Niño winter. T. Boyle's has the conquered the trifecta of things that make bars suck: 1. The bar's half full, yet the music's cranked up to volume 12. Don't get me wrong, it's one thing if the music is being played by a live band, but there's little reason to play your music at so loud a volume that my throat is thrashed the next morning and I have to go outside and hang out with my smoker friends if I want to have anything resembling a conversation. T. Boyle's has a jukebox for now. Just a jukebox. So, occasionally someone picks a song that's kinda lame, but hey, it's just on in the background, so just laugh it off, continue making friends, and move on. 2. Laughable beer prices. $7 for a fucking Anchor Steam?! $10 for a glass of Jameson?! At that rate, it'd better come with sexual favors! First of all, their beer list large and long (just how I like em'.) After what felt like the decision of a lifetime, I picked a Rogue Hazelnut ale. "$4.75, please." What, what what?! Well guess what, the Murphy's on draft was the same price. Some of their beers on special were $3.75. Holy Christ! 3. Out with the old, in with the new. "Yeah, so we're going to take this great, classic, divey neighborhood pub and turn it into a Sunset Strip bar," says the cologne-doused bar owner with mouth-pussy facial hair. "Wow, that's great," I say, two years later, "Well, thanks for the pizza, here's your change. Now get off my porch, please." I found out this place used to be the Handlebar Saloon, an old school Pasadena watering hole where my own mother used to play cards and drink with her fellow classmates from Saint Andrews High in the '60s. LEGENDARY! Apparently, this bar is now being run by the staff from the late Crown City Brewery. Everyone who worked here was so nice! For the time, they are a beer-only bar, but they're working on getting a liquor license. I have a feeling we'll be going here more often. If only the 256 bus ran all night!
