Tina’s Nite Club

3 for 1 Jello shots and karaōke every night. What more could you want?

This place makes my heart smile every time. Old, young, black, white, rich, poor — doesn’t matter… we’re equally terrible at karaōke and equally drunk as a result.

Mayne one of the most underrated, unknown karaōke spots in all the Land, Cleveland that is. My first night in here was a real s*** show. I was singing Michael Jackson, Eminem, who knows what else???
The shots are HUGE and cheap. Almost too much if you ask me. Everything in moderation. A few pool tables, karaōke, heavy shots. All this spells, take me back, ASAP!
Best crowd here, bikers, Ricans, blacks, hipsters (only as of recent) all bind together to make Tinas a legendary venue for anyone who grios the mic. Dont be shy!

They do not have jello shots anymore (only on «special occasions») but I agree with all other reviews. Tina’s is delightfully shady and the clientele is refreshingly diverse. Pool tournament players, a dirty thirty party, hipsters, and many other cleveland denizens made an appearance on a recent visit. Things got hopping after 1030. The karaōke was so bad it was good, although the wrong song sometimes got played. Beers are super cheap! There was a fight outside! A ridiculous young man asked us if we wanted to do «some weird stuff»!
It was fantastic. Highly recommended dive bar for the open minded.

Tina’s is like that friend who you go out with and you know the nights gonna be an epic shit show, but you’re like 90-​ish percent sure it’s gonna be a GOOD kind of shit show so you go anyway.
It looks like someone’s murder warehouse or the kind of bar that a really rough biker gang that’s a little worse for ware in the cash-​flow department might call home base. Or a really small prison. The inside doesn’t look too much better, there is NO ambiance, just a bar, some cocktail tables, and a pool table and then the little karaōke booth upfront.
There will always be semi-​questionable looking people, but generally looks are deceiving. This is a mainstay for hipsters, neighborhood peeps, and the local theatre community. KARAOKE EVERY NIGHT. And also devastatingly cheap drinks, shots of whatever for 3 bucks, a beer and a cocktail will run you 6 bucks.
Now that I think of it, I’m pretty sure EVERYTHING is $ 3 at Tina’s. [Don’t quote me on that]
But if you are in the mood to get intensely fucked up (or already are), dance, sing to your heart’s content, and feel literally no judgement coming form your fellow patrons this is the place to do so.

Best Brunch In Cleveland.
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If you come to Tina’s be prepared to be thoroughly entertained as well as fear for your life. I came here for the first time this past weekend and holy crap is it a shit show. You feel like you’re in someone’s basement when you walk in and it’s very grungy. The crowd is quite eclectic ranging of all ages. Be prepared for a ghetto/​hipster/​trashy/​somewhat creepy crowd.
On the bright side, the drinks are cheap. You can get a round for under $ 20 which is nice. However, the people singing karaōke were making some terrible song choices and were not by any means, vocally talented. It seemed that the song selection stopped at 1998. My boyfriend used to come here all the time and tell me how great it was. After experiencing it for myself, I would have to strongly disagree. Maybe fun for like 10 minutes, if you come already intoxicated and bring a body guard. Yikes.

If your 60+ years old and wearing a complete Mehico track suit and you grab my girlfriends ass as she walks up to request a next song on karaōke you will get beat down. When your clan of immigrants decides they are going to circle me and make my night bad and claim you have «familia» that are Cleveland cops as well and you will «call them» I laugh in your face and point out that I am with a group of Cleveland cops after a fundraiser next door at the Union Hall, don’t push the subject. Well, you by now know how this story ended.

The sound isn’t that bad, and I’m a sound engineer, so that means a lot coming from me! It’s actually a fun place and everyone I’ve talked to there has been really nice, probably due to the 3 for $ 1 Jello shots that end up being bought out and shared with the majority of the bar. I’ve only been there on a weekend with a bunch of friends and it’s been fun. I’m considering random weeknights to get my vocal chops back.

Tina’s is the Cleveland equivalent of the Mos Eisley Cantina from Star Wars, but with karaōke! An odd mix of characters, cheap drinks, and Billy Wayne (your karaōke host every single night of the week) all help ensure that your night at one of the diviest dive bars in the 216 will be a memorable one… for the right or wrong reasons.
Don’t be surprised if you see Greedo hunched over a table or an Aqualish getting his arm chopped off — keep your wits about you and pack a lightsaber!

Tina’s is like my distant relative. Like Aunt Tina. You see her occasionally, probably a few times a year at special occasions, and afterwards you’re always questioning whether it was a good time or a bad one.
That being said, Tina’s is the mainstay for the Cleveland karaōke scene. She is the shoulder to lean on whenever I have a rough day at work, when everything seems to be going wrong. I walk in and I am welcomed in open arms by truck drivers, Bachorette party-​goers, crustpunks, and everything in between. At first this sound quite intimidating, but you look up and you see Billy Wayne, the elderly gentleman host of karaōke night (every single night! Bless his soul). While the crowd is always changing every visit at Tina’s, you know that Billy Wayne will be there. Sure, he may be hard to understand through all the huffs and puffs, and yes there is a limited song selection but heck, that enables you to delve into some good ol’ 90s and early naughties nostalgia including Shaggy’s It Wasn’t Me or TATU’s All the Things She Said.
If the song selection isn’t your thing, then maybe the dance floor or pool table is. One can easily make a night at Tina’s go from a bummer to a foot-​stomper by forcing as many friends onto the dancefloor to dance. This will make the Tina’s experience certainly a night to remember. If you don’t want to remember the night, you can always resort to the 3 jello shots for a $ 1 deal to wipe the slate clean for the next day. After my last encounter at Tina’s, where a pimp asked my guy friend if he could buy one of us (females) for a night, I can certainly say the jello shots might be a good idea.

LET ME PREFACE THIS:
I love this atmosphere in the right mood…
This is a dive bar! Treat it as such. If you want to go somewhere where you just aren’t sure what’s gonna happen but it might end up being just one of the best nights you’ve had in a very long time (or you might be stabbed or arrested and deported), then go here! The money you save on drinks can go to the hospital bills or bail.
It really just depends but the bar staff seem friendly enough and it’s so damn divey its almost like it’s on purpose.

Wow. Calling this place a dive or even a crap hole would be a compliment. I wish I could call this charming, but that would be a lie. a BIG FAT, PANTS ON FIRE LIE
The cinder block style, jail house looking building sits on fenced in lot next to a trailer on the left. It looks like a prison of sorts. The place is laid out in one big square area with the 70’s wooden bar and its 30 year old signs on the left.
The drinks are cheap and the bartender is really nice. You won’t find top self liquor there, but plenty of well and 1^st/​2^nd shelf liquor like Absolut and 3 Olives. I had 3 beers, 1 shot, and 4 mixed drinks with shelf liquor and spent maybe $ 25.00 total. You can get sloshed for cheap :). The bar has the old school game screens on the bar that the townies/​bikers glue to for a few hours at a time.
The karaōke bar is run by a super nice, little old grandpa. Its a super small karaōke area with a tv screen and karaōke system. I feel comfortable belting out-​of-​tune songs at this bar without fear of judgement haha.
Unfortunately, the townies/​bikers/​regulars smoke in the bathroom and you will come out of the bathrooms soaking in cigarette smoke.
I have to admit that I did have a good time with my friends, who wanted to celebrate her birthday with laid back karaōke and drinks. However, I would never go back there for my own enjoyment.

El Dorado. Remember that name. He is the smoothest man in Cleveland (flat ironed hair and saddle shoes). And the mf’er can SING! Was at Tina’s Tool and Die… er, Nite Club for a birthday and witnessed probably the best karaōke singer ever. I’m not traditionally a fan of this obnoxious leisure activity, but Tina’s made it pallatable. Cheap dranks, cool stuff to admire (Beauty and the Beast figurine, sombrero with attached smaller sombrero), and the most colorful gang of people one is likely to encounter on the west side.
Bathrooms were decent enough. Parking lot was ample and fenced. Just driving by the overcrowded Sappy Dog on the way there made me glad I was going somewhere more low key. People were all pretty cool, neighborhood was quiet despite sketchiness. Pretty fun and cheap night out. My only regret was not seeing if they had any Michael Macdonald tunes. Maybe next time.

i got beat up here, completely unprovoked. this is the WORST place. NO ONE
helped me. NO ONE who worked there gave a fuck. fuck tina’s.

Tina’s isn’t a dive.
Tina’s is more like a dive bar’s white trash cousin that’s in and out of prison on a regular basis. And to be quite honest with you, it looks the part on the outside.
Have you ever had that uneasy feeling pulling up to a building, like maybe it’s a trap to lure you in and you’ll never escape? You’ll most likely feel this way pulling up to Tina’s. Honestly, it looks like an abandoned prison doning a barbed wire fence with a cheap beer sign lit in its single window.
As long as you know these things walking into a Tina’s situation, then you’ll have a great time. In fact, you’ll consider all these things part of her charm. Well, that and there’s karaōke every night. The sound system is crap and the selection is painful, but TIna’s will never fail you. Besides, I thought karaōke was all about picking old, embarrassing songs and belting them out after a few shots. The little old man who runs the karaōke is beyond adorable. His skin is all leathery from years of smoking, but hey, he’s still a sweetie-​pie.
Don’t be surprised if they don’t have your craft beer selection here, either. You’re lucky if you can grab a Great Lakes or something. So, you mine as well grab yourself a Bud and chillax. There aren’t any beer coolers either, although there is an old Frigidaire behind the bar. Yep, I’m serious. I didn’t partake in the famous jello shots, but my Cuervo shots were only like $ 3 a pop. Yes, please.
The crowd can be so-​so. It’s usually drunken townies on weeknights. And I had some pretty interested convos with some folks who appeared to have crawled out from underneath a rock for a night out. One thing to keep in mind is that this bar strives on regulars. If you’re dressed all fancy and they don’t recognize you, expect some sass and/​or ‘tude.
If you can make it through a night at Tina’s alive, I’d immediately take a shower and bask in the novelty of a truly unique experience.

Upon arriving, I immediately put in my karaōke request. I’d tell you what song that is, except it is the best karaōke song ever, and as far as I know, I’m the only one to ever sing it. I was swiftly brought to the mic for my performance. I got a few high fives from the audience. Like most karaōke performances, I felt I could have done better. Luckily, I got a second chance. When I was called up for what I thought was my second song selection, I Love Rock and Roll by Joan Jett, it was instead my earlier selection again. When I pointed this out, I was told «Just sing it again.» So I did. When I was called up to the mic for the third time, I again thought it would be my second selection, I Love Rock and Roll. It wasn’t. It was a completely different song, Bad to the Bone. When I pointed this out, I was told «Well, just try to sing it.» So, I was Bad to the Bone, which I think I’m going to rotate into my karaōke portfolio, except there is a one minute long instrumental break in the middle that I had to resort to vaudeville type dance sketches to fill. I guess that will give me something to work on.
The best part: I was in full on Zombie costume.
If what I’ve described doesn’t sound perfect, then maybe you shouldn’t be trying to sing karaōke in Cleveland.

It’s only fitting that my first official review on Unilocal is of Tina’s Nite Club, aka the most ridiculously awesome/​random/​dirty bar in Cleveland.
I consider this place a step below your traditional «Dive Bar» — it’s lower than that — but that’s what makes it that much better.
You can buy 3 strong ass jello shots for $ 1, beers for sometimes under $ 2 and traditionally top shelf liquor for $ 3 all while being entertained via karaōke Wednesday through Saturday night.
At times this place is so packed you don’t have enough space to dance let alone get your name in for karaōke but that’s the beauty of it. You never know what you’re going to get. It could be a night where all of Cleveland’s glitterati are in attendance or you could be walking into an empty bar where a trucker is passed out in the corner.
There’s all walks of life at Tina’s which makes it a must visit if you love karaōke and people watching as you will not be disappointed.
Just don’t expect much.

Damn, this place is a dive. It’s grungy, dimly lit. Had a couple drunks sitting at the bar. As Steph mentions, it’s sketchy.
They have karaōke every night, brought to you by Billy Wayne (yes, that’s his name) and his beer belly. Newest music is from 2003 or so. Crappy sound system. He wasn’t the most friendly either. Why do so many karaōke people sing country, anyway ?
Beer selection, I don’t think they have anything on draft. Surprised to see they had GL Dortmunder and some domestics, no more than $ 3 or so each. For nourishment, there’s off-​brand funyun’s and pretzels. There’s a worn pool table in the middle of the place and a jukebox. There’s also a few high-​top tables that wobble.
Crowd was an assortment of working-​class of all ages and hipsters. No bros when I visited on a weekend night.
If you need a karaōke fix, Tina’s is here.

Good news… my wallet wasn’t stolen last night! In fact, I didn’t even forget my wallet at the bar. I guess that’s what happens when you don’t buy $ 20 of jello shots for the bar. Hmm… I’ll have to try not doing that again.
Anyway, Tina’s is… Tina’s. (btw, it’s spelled Tina’s Nite Club, guys). It’s a block of a building surrounded by chain linked fence, probably some barbed wire and a rather sketchy mobile home in the parking lot. Behind the karaōke is a NASCAR poster from 2009 and I think they still have some New Years stuff still on the walls.
Lou is the karaōke guy most of the week. You’ll get on his good side if you sing old classic country songs, plus he is available for the occasional duet. He tries to keep things even and let everyone play, plus he’ll sing a song every once in a while.
Billy Wayne is the weekend DJ. He’s fairly surly and once he told me that I… annoy him. I can’t believe it either. He sticks to himself, his leather jacket and his cigarettes, and his wife is usually in the crowd and is much more jovial.
Anyway, overall the music selection is from 1997 at best. Some of the disks don’t play well, but hey… the beer is cheap and the jello shots cheaper. Plus if you go on a weeknight (it starts at 9pm), you can belt out song after song after song. Weekends, eh, it’s jumped the shark. There are too many young groups of drunken singers to get a song in edge-​wise.
Oh, and try to avoid some of the angry looking local patrons. I’ve known too many people who have barely avoided knife fights.