Hat Trick Pub

This is not a place one goes to if they want to sip on wine and wear leather-​toed shoes. It’s a divey bar with many drunks inside of it, but it’s a fun atmosphere. They have karaōke and it gets pretty damn hilarious the later it becomes in the night. One time I sang (or tried to sing) «The Joker» by Steve Miller Band and I sounded like a wretched cat. I just had too many drinks to make any sense.
I prefer these kinds of places, though. The people get along, actually sing along to karaōke and don’t start sh*t with other people. AKA, the douche crowd is minimal here. The dance floor is actually a decent size. It also makes for great people watching and conversation.

I dig this place.
The bowling alley it resides in is pretty dumpy. (For some odd reason O.C. has an inordinate amount of gross ass bowling alleys… WTH? I was surprised by how nice the bar is… thought it was going to be nastier.
Anyway, I have never been there for karaōke, just Wings games.
Clean, cheap, big tv’s, no frat aholes, no douche bags, great beer specials. ($ 2 Molsons… NICE.)

The pinnacle of drunk, trashy karaōke. It’s run down in the best way. Fantastic people watching, decent drinks and fried food. Our usual «end the night» bar for lasting memories, embarassing stories and overall debauchery. A Berkley insitution.

I guess I can agree that you won’t run into people you know if you’re from California. But this place had that I never left Berkley and now I’m old enough to go to this bar feeling.
There’s a great karaōke system set up there, unfortunately there was way too much 90s/​2000s country being sung. Enough so to make me want to stab myself in the ears and remember why I left Michigan in the first place. If you can deal with country on the karaōke I guess it’s not that bad.
Reasons to return:
Super long shuffle board table. They give you the pucks for free and you can just keep score on the chalkboard. No need for quarters. Played for about 3 hours drinking $ 7 pitchers of bud light. This thing was like 25 feet long.
Karaōke and a good chance of seeing a 120 lbs black man preform the Who’s, «Who are You?» This was seriously the best karaōke performance I have seen to date. Spot on.

Sometimes when you come home for the holidays the last thing you want to do is go to the hip bar and run into a bunch of assholes you’d rather not see.
So what do you do? I used to go sit in Sunrise donuts and drink coffee all night, but then it turned into a Subway and Kamlesh quit to work at Dunkin Donuts down the street.
Now I go to The Hat Trick Pub. It’s crappy, unassuming, attached to both a bowling alley and a motel. It has pool, shuffle board, a video game that simulates hunting, and an internet juke box. It has drink specials on crappy domestic beers, and a machine to regulate the liquor pours.
In short, I will never run into anyone I know here, unless I invite them.