Walrus

Do not bother. Boulder has so much more to offer than this dump. Rude bartenders, terrible music, and filthy conditions. Unless you’re an undergrad with a fake, avoid this place.

Dive bar is an understatement. This place is on the corner and located partially underground. It smells horrible and the lines are ridiculous. That said, there are some pool tables and a good crowd. Late at night, the dancing picks up if it is not too crowded, can be enjoyable.
My tip would be to plan on bringing cash and going to the cash beer station. The lines at the bar can be so long and it is totally arbitrary who the bartender chooses to take the next order from. there are some booths and high tables along the side but they are hard to come by on a crowded night.

Check your statements if you pay with your card here! One of the bartenders changed the amount of tip I left for her which is not cool. I assume she thought I was too drunk to remember it but, sadly for her, I hadn’t had any drinks yet.

Worst bar in Boulder for service and cocky juiced up bouncers. I agree with many of the other posts noting the juiced up bouncers. dillon has a good ass kicking coming to him for his pissy attitude and cocky mouth. This guy should get used to bouncing as I don’t see another job for him in his lifetime. The owner of the Walrus should fire him immediately considering all the other poor posts and before he loses many more customers. He is a disgrace and an embarrassment to any business owner.

I went bar hopping around Boulder for my 21^st, and this was by far the worst one we went to.
They wouldn’t do birthday drinks because it was after midnight (which seemed strange but wasn’t a huge deal), and instead handed me a couple of tokens that were good for one free drink on another night. This seemed fine until I read the chip which stated «Go F*ck Yourself» on the top. Maybe this was their way of trying to be quirky? Not sure, but definitely was not my taste.
I then proceeded to order a drink anyways trying not to let it ruin my evening, but when I gave my drink order, the bartender nodded, walked away, and never came back. The bartenders were unfriendly at best, and after about 10 minutes of trying to order and being ignored, my friends and I decided to leave and take our business elsewhere.
There are plenty of friendly bars in the area that deserve business, but this is not one of them.

We always have a blast at the Walrus. It is one of our stops when we are out with friends in Boulder. They are known for their Wisconsin Lunchbox, and it is so yummy. My girlfriends and I always see who can down it first, and… I usually win.
It is pretty much a hole in the wall, but so much fun. They have pool tables and air hockey, photo booth, and much more. It also becomes a great dance club late into the evening. You have to stop at the Walrus next time you are on Pearl Street!

It’s fine for what it is. I’ve never been there during the day, but it’s a staple for the bars we frequent at night, and it’s a favorite of CU students.
Pros:
— Peanuts
— Fun to dance; better dance venue than a lot of places in Boulde
Cons:
— Crowded: this is true for most places on weekends
— Expensive drinks: again, par for the course
— Customer service: I don’t really expect friendliness in Boulder bars on weekends, but this place is particularly bad. I get that they have to deal with stupid college kids, but they seem to go out of their way to make people feel unwelcome
Overall, I’d say this place is perfectly fine to go to until you’re 23, after which I’d avoid it like the plague. 2 ½ stars is perfect, but I’ll give it 2 because the main bouncer always wears Michigan gear, which is just poor judgment.

Nothing special about this place. We met there for after work drinks, which I think was a nostalgic option for the person in charge. After being told not to handle the peanuts, I just shouted polite conversation at my friends until we moved to somewhere with better atmosphere. Being hit on my drunk college girls was scary, but rejection doesn’t seem to bother someone that wasted so no feelings were hurt. There’s no reason for me to ever visit there again.

Imagine a small club with a bunch of racist, annoying white people, who try to act and dress black, terribly. Imagine, 21 year old immature, annoying chicks, who get drunk off of one Long Island tea, who bump into random people the whole night. This place is lame. That is what you are getting in this place, in a nutshell. I rather be Rosanne Barr’s washcloth on a hot summer day, than spend a night here.

If you like crowds and bad service or you just want to hang out with your frat bros, this place is for you. If you like nice people, non-​gropey males, and personal space, look elsewhere.

Terrible bar with terrible service. Good luck getting noticed to get a drink if you’re not a 20 year old girl (and yes, half the girls there are under 21). The place is overly crowded, has crappy top 20 music, sometimes remixed by a crappy local dj, and is generally disgusting.
The bouncers are total pricks, and let underage people in as long as they get tipped or feel like they have a shot at sleeping with an underage girl. I’ve also seen them be overly physical with men and women alike.
All in all, the Walrus should be avoided at all costs… unless you’re really, really desperate to get laid by some semi-​conscious, ugly drunk girl.

Cheap, crowded, a bit dirty, Boulder-​version of a dive bar. Like most places, when packed with kids wearing tank tops it can get old very fast, but otherwise it’s a great place to go and get sauced.
The one complaint I would have is the garbage music they play, but that changes depending on the night and there is a jukebox to counter.

It’s a dive bar. Dominated by college kids and young adults looking to get f*cked up, play pool and maybe eat a handful of bar nuts. The phrase «customer service» has no place when speaking about this place. You know EXACTLY what you are doing when you walk in there. Walrus, Sundown Saloon, Shooters, The Pearl St. Pub, The Attic… I’d rank them all about the same. I like them. I know exactly what they are and when I go there I know exactly what I want.
I will say that this particular location is largely dominated by CU students.
I saw a kid in there last night barely standing attempting to discretely puke into his Corona. Am I going to go back? Yes.

Basement dive bar oriented to the college frat crowd. There are barrels of free peanuts, with peanut shells strewn about all over the floor. There are a few decent air hockey tables that we made use of.

Somehow — as if drawn by some kind of douche-​bag beacon — my friends and I always end up here when we go out. We are not hipsters, we aren’t in Greek social organizations, we’re not looking to get blackout drunk and make bad decisions. I really don’t understand how it happens.
In any event… drinks are cheap, peanuts are free, and there’s (usually) dance-​able music. Things only get better on emptyish nights when you don’t have to spend 25 minutes trying to get to the bar.
The Walrus is an okay experience… definitely not my first choice for bars in Boulder, but it’s fun enough.

WORST BAR IN COLORADO!!! DO NOT GO HERE!!!
Nasty place, juiced-​up jock bouncers, watered down liquor, and everybody that works there is an absolute tool.
My friend and I (both 27 with beards) tried to go get a beer here on the 4^th of July this year. They accused him of having a fake ID and threw us out of the bar before we even got a drink. When we called the cops to get the ID back for us, the bouncers told the cops that we threatened their lives. The police ARRESTED us!!! We begged the bouncers to drop the charges but they refused because all of their rampant steroid use must have rendered them devoid of emotion and, most likely, testicles.
SERIOUSLY, AVOID THIS HELL HOLE. AND SPREAD THE WORD.

Yep — still as awesome as always, just like I remembered.
It is a college dive bar — so you know what you are getting into.
Free peanuts, a juke box, fooseball, air hockey, skeeball, and a fully stocked bar!
I was shocked/​saddened that they are now doing a 18+ night on Tuesdays, but with the economy as it is, anything to get an edge I suppose.
I hope the Walrus never changes!

OMG, this is like a frat boy elephant graveyard, where male egos and hopes of getting laid go to die. This bar aspires to be in the Marina, SF. Hilarious.
The Bad: This dark, basement-​like place gets crowded with lots of people in the slightly foggy, semi-​moist atmosphere filled with douchery and fistpumping. And yes, there is sometimes actually a line to get into this place. As the evening progresses, more and more bottle caps and peanut shells are thrown on the floor at such a constant rate that one can tell the time to leave based on core depth. If it’s 2 inches of peanuts, and 20 bodies deep of douche, it’s time to get going.
The good: Yes, Walrus redeems itself with the small dancing area. Mostly it’s a place where the hat-​backwards sausage fest can stare at the few girls who dance around with each other. They DO have the decency to play a really good dancey top-​40s mix and have regular karaōke nights.
The best: I’m so glad this bar exists as a vortex to keep the undergrad frat boys and frat boy wannabes (mostly wannabes) out of the rest of west-​end bars. Only after the Walrus calls last call (early no less) do you see them stumbling around walnut street yelling «DUUUUUDEEE» at each other.

True Walrus story from the 90s:
Back in the 90s I had a wild & fun friend whose night out on the town just wasn’t worth it unless she met a guy to go home with for the night while out at a bar downtown. One night we were at the Walrus, it was a Thursday and the place was totally packed. It was after 1am, and she still hadn’t picked up a man yet. She told me she was going to try something that «always works… watch me!»
She was a self-​assured, cool, Betty Boop-​ish attractive and reasonably together person anyway, and didn’t even need to be in bars downtown late at night to meet men. But adventures are fun sometimes, aren’t they?
Anyway, she proceeded to stand on a chair, and yell across the teeming Walrus crowd, «I don’t want a relationship… I just want to f.#*k!!!
It worked. At least, I vaguely remember she got the result she said she wanted.
Gotta love the Walrus…

I have no idea why I continue to go to this bar. Especially since I am almost 30, graduated from college long ago and live in freaking Denver.
I have a few friends that still live in Boulder and I think we just go here for pure nostalgia. It’s cheap and dark and dirty and I somehow end up have drunken adventures after I pay a visit to this bar.
The 2 stars are a compromise between my head and my heart. My head says, «EWWWWWW!» but my heart says, «EWWW-​Oh, cheap beer!»