Iron Horse

The Local Bar is a local bar. and you should go in
I don’t know when it was last called the Iron Horse. I just moved to Apex and now it’s the Local Bar. I would prefer to call it a roadhouse as opposed to a dive bar. I’m pretty sure that fits with its history since it’s been around of for 70 years or so.
The floor is made up of at least four different kinds of wood flooring. The ceiling is also patchwork. The brass footrail at the bar is not brass… it’s steel plumbers pipe. There is one jukebox, one pool table, one pinball machine, and two dartboards.
Beer is cheap here. They even had a couple of local craft beers on tap for $ 3 apiece. Longnecks were $ 2. The women aren’t skinny with plastic boobs. Some of them cuss and everyone is kinda loud. The men don’t all have long hair and trucker caps, but a lot of them do. Well behaved dogs are welcome here.
This place is local, genuine. it’s just honest. I bet I go here a lot.

I love crap hole dive bars. And this my friends is a crap hole dive bar. You don’t get much divi’er (is that a word?) than this place. Which is what makes it so great. Put on your torn jeans, muddy boots, a wife beater, a cap with a frayed bill and drink from the bottle.
It may sound like I am joking and making fun of the place. I am not. Its also got a quality that can’t be faked. Its the real deal. It has, what I like to call «dank». Dank is tough to find.
Seriously, this is a crap hole dive that you will want to come back to. If dives are your thing.
You want a fancy drink in a fancy glass, this ain’t your place. Go drink with your pinky in the air elsewhere buddy.

The Iron Horse is a great spot for people from all over. It is really unique and is like taking a little step back in time which most people need in 2011.
Apex needs a place where anybody can go and relax and make friends.
When driving down US 64 West of Apex just put your brakes on, let your hair down and go on in and you will want to come back again and again.

I can’t really add to Paige W’s review. There’s no food here and there’s nothing tangible about the Horse that makes it special, but it’s high on the dive-​bar charm. I’ve only been a few times but I fit right in chatting with the regulars.
There’s something nice about sitting on the porch, watching the cars on 64 go by, and just relaxing with a beer. Dogs are welcome, or at least they were last time I was in. Outside food also welcome. Cheap beer. Cash only, I think.

Before I understood the beauty and concept of a «dive bar,» there was something about The Little Bar (now, Iron Horse) that appealed to me. The tiny beer hall is actually an old bungalow on Highway 64 near Lake Jordan. The parking lot is usually peppered with a few Harleys and a car or two, and there is a token bearded guy smoking on the front porch. It’s the kind of place that’s open at noon, and the few people there are already buzzed (in a good way). The bartenders call you «sweetie» or «baby,» and there’s a sense of home about the place (if you’re used to living with a bunch of drunks).
The last time I visited, I noticed they’d added some bleachers in the fenced-​in back area. Apparently Iron Horse now features some kind of sport involving bikini-​clad chicas and mud (or maybe it’s pudding). I’ll stick to my after-​work beer and a game of darts, and if you dig independently-​owned old school beer joints, check out Iron Horse.
Note: They don’t serve food – only chips and peanuts.