Navajo Room

This is a very Cheers-​type bar — everyone knows your name. We moved to Boise last year and tried several places before deciding Navajo was the place for us. Bartender Rene plays in a local band, very chill guy. We were there on a recent Saturday when his friends came in. Out came a guitar and we were treated to an impromptu concert/​singalong. My favorite Boise watering hole!

Ok this place is horrible. Me and my girlfriend went down there to unwind on a Friday night. First hiccup was that the bartender with tanned skin a bald head and a goatee that had some grey in it was Drinking either tequila or Rum on the job, He wasn’t even intelligent enough to hide it. They had another employee who wasn’t on the clock behind the counter although, when asked by two different people he said he worked there and he said he didn’t.
Kk next screw up, their pool table dropped the white ball in with all the other balls instead of in the slot it goes in when you scratch. He then replied to the problem with «well if you’re not skilled enough not to scratch, you have to pay to get it out.» You would think they’d put a sign up or something So we went on playing thinking it was just really cut throat but low and behold the next time it scratched, it went into the correct slot for release and it kept going to the correct slot each time after that leading me to believe he really didn’t give two shits and liked seeing us get ripped off instead of doing his job“Which by the way, ISN’T DRINKING!“
Next up, I am no bartender and i make a horrible audios motherfucker, but hey i can at least blend the drink and it’s somewhat enjoyable and it does what it says, makes you go audios… This bartender somehow made the drink taste like crap and weak as all hell, i mean he didn’t even blend the drink, we were there tasting patches of each alcohol and soda and the drink was weak as all hell (but hey it’s a dive right?)
Last straw, my girlfriend goes in after our 1 smoke and then comes back out later telling me there is an issue with our drinks, apparently they took a full margarita and a half finished black russian and threw them out in the span of 5 minutes and then when she asked for replacements he said he didn’t want to serve her anymore… mind you we still had an open tab at this point and she had told me they wouldn’t replace them or refund us for them. So now here I am going well fucking great, I wanted to throttle this guy and stomp his face into a curb for «robbing» me. Instead I told him «Hey this is shit, you wont give a refund or replace the drinks charge the fucking card so i can get the fuck out of here.» Then I got a white guy in there telling me to have respect… for a bartender who robbed me and has such a low IQ a non-​bartender can kick his ass at mixing drinks. or my credit card could get lost.
He then yelled at my gf «Fuck you bitch!» as we were leaving. However I will say the bartender with the prosthetic arm, was very professional, guy can really mix a freaking drink he was awesome.
Apparently 10 years back there were stabbings and cops stopping by this place all the time. I can see why with bartenders like that one.

Solid neighborhood dive bar complete with all the amenities! Cheap stiff drinks, dim lighting, pool (free on Wed), and fun salty old timers. Only bar I can think of that has a roof on the inside. Sundays you can get a big bad*ss Bloody Mary for $ 3. Worth checking out if your on the bench. Only complaint is they need to put up a railing outside so I can have my drink when I smoke.

I went out drinking yesterday after work. I wound up here. The only good thing about this place is it’s proximity to the Bosnian grocery store. One word of advice. Don’t eat potted meats and danish cookies after drinking White Russians on a hot day. I would recommend they start karaōke a little earlier. I got off of work at Grover’s Electrical at 2:00 and I was high and ready to sing some Molly Hatchet by 3:00. All in all not a bad place to get some beers and a free hug.

This smoky dive specializes in a combination of western décor, karaōke and sports. You cannot go into this place wearing anything you don’t want to reek of smoke (purses included!). However, despite that, the PBR is cheap, the liquor is cheap, the singers are above and beyond excellent. This really is a cowboy kinda bar, but also has an interesting mix of some of Boise’s dregs.