Sloopy’s Bar & Grill

I warned my friends when we were bar hopping in the area, «you know we’re just going to walk in and walk out». That’s exactly what happened and judging by the small number of patrons and desperate college girls dancing to get what few bros were there, it’s no wonder that Sloopy’s has thankfully met its demise and no longer serves as a blemish on this otherwise solid stretch of Old North Columbus. Keep that trash south of Lane. It would be hard for he next bar in line to be worse, but I’m hoping it will be a contender with other good establishments in the proximity.

Anyone else who negatively reviewed this place get derogatory comments sent to them? Classy, perhaps it’s the new owner, obviously the clientele hasn’t changed. Check out my comments to see what I am talking about, I am assuming since he hates Ledo’s right across the street he is thinking he is furthering his own bars cause, perhaps he doesn’t realize I am not his demographic.

*sigh* Somehow my friend and I were lured into Sloopy’s to watch the Fiesta Bowl last night. They had advertised specials that couldn’t be beat: free pizza and wings, happy hour from 3 – 9 and $ 2 everything. None of this was true. There was no free food, and the only special they had were $ 5 pitchers of cheap beer.
That sucked, but my friend and I stayed because she was starving and ordered some food. Plus they had a huge projection screen of the game and we had really good seats right at the bar with a great view of the screen. So we toughed it out.
We also managed to find a good parking spot right around the corner on the street. I’m not sure if there are even any other parking options since the front of Sloopy’s is hidden behind the current High St. road construction.
Sloopy’s is scuzzy inside, just like its predecessor Miani’s was. It’s very dark and dingy and the bathrooms are scary. There were two stalls in the women’s restroom and neither of them locked. At least there was toilet paper, soap and paper towels, though. I’ve seen much worse. There are pool tables in the bar and a dance floor thing, but that was covered up by the projector screen, thank god.
The crowd didn’t exactly look like the kind of people I’d choose to spend my time with… lots of gangster wannabes and frat boys and girls in questionable clothing. I mean, everyone was dressed for the game, but these girls found new ways to skank up OSU gear. Sad. There were also a few random old guys there, and I mean old like in their 50’s. Odd crowd.
There weren’t a lot of people there but it got progressively crowded throughout the night. We’re sitting there listening to the commentary, when all the sudden this weird DJ guy starts up some awful gansta booty music crap. So loud. This, I assumed, is the crap that Sloopy’s usually plays. Disappointed that we couldn’t hear the commentary, we just tried to enjoy our drinks and my friend ordered their french fries, which were coated in cheese and ranch. I tried some, and they were alright. Typical greasy bar stuff.
The game started and the DJ turned the crap music off, but every single time a commercial or a break in the game came on, he’d turn on that awful music again. And then he kept making stupid comments — nobody should have given him a microphone. You could tell he just liked to hear himself talk. But really, everyone just wanted to watch the game, why couldn’t he just shut up?
I was ready to go but my friend was really wanting some pizza, after all, that’s why we came to Sloopy’s in the first place. So she ordered one — she had to walk back to their kitchen area which is just a corner of the bar, and walk back there to pick it up. So the pizza was alright. I mean, it was really greasy, but had lots of cheese on it and it was a great compliment to my pitcher of beer. In fact, the pizza and the big screen are the only reason’s I’m giving this place any stars. The wait on the pizza was about 20 minutes.
The bad customer service came when my friend ordered some fruity drink (she doesn’t drink beer or pop — crazy, I know!) and the bartender with the really long hair, invented something for her. She asked him what he put in it and he said Hawaiian Punch and vodka. So creative, right? She told him it was too sweet and asked if he could fix it and he said, «What you don’t like it? Too bad you already paid for it!» and walked away. Does this guy hate tips or something? I mean, come on! We were previously served by a blonde girl and she was really polite, but unfortunately this rude guy took over our side of the bar at some point.
After some pizza and upon finishing our drinks, we were outta there, off to watch the rest of that awful game somewhere else. No more, and never again. I hated this place as Miani’s and I hate it now. It’s essentially the same thing, it never really changed. I’m just glad we left before people got too drunk and the night got too crazy because that place had a recipe for disaster. Bar goers beware!

They have hired a towing company to place a guy out in the parking lot and tow the cars of people who don’t patronize the establishment. They don’t go out of their way to advertise the fact that it’s a private lot. In fact, the guy in the lot won’t even take the time to mention it to you when you walk past him.
By some accounts they are not all that careful about whose cars they tow. Other online reviewers have complained about being towed while in the bar.
The cars are towed 6.5 miles south and cost over $ 100 to retrieve.
Do not give these people your money under any circumstances.
UPDATE: In fairness, please note that one of the owners has read these complaints and has responded. Details can be found here:
(owner’s response begins on page 5).
UPDATE TO UPDATE: They have apparently suspended the towing company in response to community feedback. I’ll add a star to my review for that alone!

If you are looking for cheap alcohol to drink in a place with very loud music and not much of a crowd (at least there was no crowd on Saturday night, which seems like the main time people go out…) then sloopys is great. I got a giant pitcher of rum and coke for five dollars. i think it would’ve cost me more if i had bought the bacardi and the coke myself, so i don’t really know how that happened. anyways, like the other reviewer said, this place is not classy. not at all. it does, however, have cheap drinks, and if you are in a group, there’s plenty of space if you are all willing to make your own party. also, in regards to the music, it is random. super random. they played hits from the 80s, 90s, and today, just like that one radio station that seems to be in every city. but i was no complaints there, because by the time i finished my drink, they played that horrible/​amazing song by the pussycat dolls «when i grow up,» so i was drunk and happy. well, drunk and trying to sing like nicole scherzinger.

When the north campus area that Miani’s calls home was up in arms about the deluge of drunken frat guys and sorority girls that laid waste to their neighborhood every night of the week after last call, all fingers were pointed sternly in their direction. With 25 cent drafts and a rotation of nothing but the most lowbrow country music available, it’s no hard guess as to where the guy sporting a hot pink polo shirt and a tattered cowboy hat that’s peeing on your azaleas came from. It definitely wasn’t Oldfield’s, that’s for sure.
After a legal tug of war that threatened to wipe their shenanigans off the map, from the ashes of Miani’s came Sloopy’s, an spot-​on replica of the tawdry proceedings that came before it. Don’t be fooled by the new name and the change in ownership: this is still the première place to find girls decked out in disposable Forever 21 skankwear dancing on the bar until their high heels give way. You’re likely to find them walking around in a stupor the next morning, complete with sweatpants and part of a condom wrapper in their hair.
The main reason this place is so out of control is it’s famous «Power Hour», where you’re shamelessly encouraged to get as wrecked as possible off $ 1 anythings within just a two hour period of time. By the time 9 o’clock rolls around, it’ll look like half the bar is ready to swing from the rafters and scream bloody murder at anyone that looks at them funny. Luckily, the music (usually provided by some self-​important bro sporting a shiny $ 30 t-​shirt and enough hair product to grease the engine of his Camaro with) is deafening enough to drown out the sounds of the greek lifers screaming at each-​other for reasons you’re better off never knowing. At this point, they either wander off and become some other unfortunate bartenders problem, or they bunker in for a night that will without a doubt end in disaster.
Are you still reading this? Do I have to resort to the lame tactic of meta-​fiction to to convince you that going here is a bad idea? God save your soul, my friend.