Whiskey Depot

Okay, I had to write a review of this place. When we moved nearby, driving by I naturally thought this was a liquor store. I mean look at the name. Even the storefront looks like a package store. It took us like months to realize it’s a restaurant. Now, I consider myself an expert on Dive Bars. They are, hands down, the best way to experience the culture of a place without any frills. And I have been in some DIIIIVE bars but this one takes the cake. I swear you age ten years just walking in the place. The bikes and pickup trucks out front tell the story (I drive a pickup, no disrespect.) The locals play a game called shuffleboard here and if you’re not a total jerk, they’ll teach you the rules. They have a cutthroat league on Fridays. The best part, hands down, is the dog though. If you can picture a dog that belongs in a dive bar, it’s whiskey. He is this tiny hound that looks like he’s a million and has been drinking his name sake out of a water dish for every day of those million years. He shuffles around with bad hips and sleeps on the bar. This is not a place for germ-​o-​phobes. Or even people without a recent tetnis shot. Calling their menu bar food would be very generous. I think it might literally be just fish sticks or something. But you’ll leave (if you do) with a story and a half. It’s definitely worth a visit. Don’t bring your mother, or girlfriend or even more than $ 20 in cash, but definitely stop in and say hi and learn shuffleboard. Don’t go on Friday nights, you won’t be able to play.

The dog who sits on the bar sometimes is named Whiskey, hence the name of the place. It’s full of friendly, unique, old-​Florida folks. The tables are small and in semi-​reasonable state of repair, especially as you learn the rolls and identify which rails are dead.
There is nothing like going to a place like this and beating all comers in bar table pool. I got out alive.