by Christopher R. on
This is how it happens: I'll be hanging out with people and one person is really insistent on coming here for some reason. I suggest nearby alternatives like Nodding Head, Pistola's, Good Dog, heck, even Happy Rooster would be better. They'll insist, and since its a Friday or Saturday night, we work our way through a gauntlet of hipsters, old dudes I don't want to mess with & frat kids. Maybe we find a table but not tonight. So we stand awkwardly crushed up against a bunch of strangers. I despair over the draft selection and order the only palatable beer I can find, a Yuengling or a Flying Fish. Its cheap, thank jeebus. It is loud. Its too warm, uncomfortably warm, even in winter, all the assembled bodies acting like a super-efficient space heater. A table just opened up and we try to work our way over but getting through the crowd is treacherous and another group, some just okay-looking college age girls, snags it first. We hang out for a little while. It is an okay time. We haven't spent much money, which is nice, I guess. Most of the conversation centers on what bar we should go to instead. Someone, the person who originally demanded we go here, makes a path to the bar and orders another beer before anyone has a chance to object. We are now stuck here until he finishes that beer, so we also get another round, and probably spend the rest of the night there. It is not a great time but I've had worse nights in dingier bars, I guess. I would say 90% of the time its like that.
by Steffanie Whittaker on
The only reason why I'm giving this a 2-star review is because the bartender was very rude. I came in to meet up with some friends and ended up waiting a good while for a drink, although it didn't bother me much because there was only 1 bartender and I wasn't going to be pissed because I wasn't getting my drink right away. So he comes up to me and asks what I want. I tell him a Captain Mo and diet coke. He asks me a couple of times what I want and I repeat to him "Captain Mo and diet coke." Now I thought it was just because he couldn't hear me, since its a bar, but its not like I gave him attitude. Anyways I realize he doesn't know what I'm talking about and then I say "Captain morgan and diet coke." Then he gets all pissed, flops my drink together and then slams the glass on the bar, and I can tell he's pissed. Me and my friend look at each other and then he says with an attitude something along the lines of "you want anything else?" My friend was the one who paid, but I wouldn't have tipped a bartender who has an attitude, I'm the customer here and I'm sorry you didn't know what "captain mo" was. I've been to other bars before and haven't had any trouble ordering captain mo. I didn't let it bend me out of shape for the rest of the night, but didn't feel the urge to go get another drink at this place for the rest of the night. The place is def a dive bar. A bar, 2 pool tables, 3 pinball machines (more like 2 since 1 was broken) and a back smoking area.