On the Rocks

This place is great, laid back and chill. Oh and the pricing? You can’t beat it! Bartender was super sweet and quick. They have a jukebox but if you want to hear your song you might need to select the option play next and pay extra. Was there for 3 hours and our songs never played. Good thing everyone there had good taste in music.

Ducked in to eyeball the joint over a coldy as I was strolling around the neighborhood and it was a fine time, here’s why:
* Locals crowd
* Liberal pour
* Right on a main street
* History and personality inside
* Expanding their footprint
The place needs to be dusted, and some of the old, nasty, dark décor above the bar should be burned and refreshed but it is better than being some corporate façade.
I dig it.
Cabeza OUT!

Best bar to be found within 5 miles. Awesome.

A hole in the wall literally! Amazing! Great for late night drinks!!! My friend introduced me to this spot! Friendly staff, the owner is a nice guy! Good prices and fun crowd, lol sometimes! If only the bar was bigger!!! Will return again!

I would give this place 5 stars but considering it is a dive bar it just isnt appropriate nice spot to come in after a long day at work. I dig it.

Stumbled on this lil gem on Collins and 71^st while walking with a friend first impression old school feel dive bar drinks are cheap great selection of beer for very low prices def coming back

Local, laid back, and there’s a jukebox. Ok, so it’s gritty and the median age is 45. But that just adds to the character

this place and incredible year absente and fire damage with a zoletta sugar something spectacular scenic and have been there on Sunday night with a group of friends we had fun we’ll be back soon

Cool local spot, very affordable and fun place to be! Friendly cute female bartenders are always there when you need them, drinks are great and tasty.

One of the most under rated bars on Miami Beach! The friendliest prices, friendliest staff and friendliest locals you will ever come across.

4 beers, one shot, $ 20, enough said!
Seriously though, this place is awesome! Patrons are drunk and friendly, the bartender is smoking a ciggie through her c-​section scar, seldom is heard a discouraging word and the beer goggles are cloudy all day.

If you looked up the word dive bar in the dictionary this place would be right next to it. There’s one bartender who cracks jokes as she smokes a cig and grabs drinks for patrons, this isn’t a place to dress and impress leave your heels and dress at home. You’ll walk out smelling like an ashtray and wondering who the hell that guy with no teeth grinning at you was but you’ll also walk out buzzed and with a fat wallet. I love that I can walk to this place, I love that I can get 5 drinks and a shot for $ 25, and I actually love the people that hang out here. People are there to drink and maybe strike up a conversation which leads to some interesting meetings. Put aside your judgments and give this place a try, just don’t forget the cash ;)

The name «On The Rocks» would have you believe that it is a reference to cocktail making but are you ever so wrong. It is most likely a reference to the crack rock you are on to have to become a regular of this place.
On The Rocks redefines what most of us would consider a ‘dive bar’. Imagine, if you will, a Well fare line and a Prison roster have sex. They then had a baby who once it grew up mated with a homeless shelter and produced a child. You then have the birth of On The Rocks.
I am sure this bar could be a watering hole in the next Texas Chainsaw Massacre or Deliverance sequel. It brings dive-​barrin’ and loose moral fiber to a whole new echelon.
With that being said, I’ve been here a handful of times. They only take cash and the drinks are cheaper than a one-​legged prostitute in a house of ill repute full of leggy blondes. On the down side (as if the aforementioned was a plus) you may need a hazmat suit upon entering as I am sure you can catch scurvy from the salty sea Capt sitting beside you. I should know whether or not scurvy is contagious as I am a nurse. Let’s just say that scurvy is one of the many diseases that may be caught here.
The jukebox is filled with an ear bleeding selection that includes many a Spanish tune. You can cut the smoke with a knife. Even the bartender smoke while pouring your drinks.
Train wreck? Yes. But you can’t take your eyes away from it. The cast of characters here looks like a police lineup. Oh, the tales they have to tell.
When you leave, grab a scouring pad and some Ajax, maybe some bleach and scrub yourself clean. Maybe have a friend do it for you. You may need some pleasant company after an experience like this.

On the Rocks redefines rock bottom when it comes to divey dive bars. There’s a murmur of menace running through the place. You just know this bar is one errant word, one misconstrued glance away from a knife fight.
The grime is so thick it seems painted on. The narrow passage way from the entrance to the bathroom quickly clogs when the place gets crowded, forcing encounters with the bitter trannies and mummified hookers who line the bar, as they try to touch, trip and tease unsuspecting customers.
At times, the people here seem truly desperate. This is not a dive that a sane person would go to for kicks. It’s the kind of place you hit if you’re straight out of prison and laying low. It would be at the top of the list of places I would hang out if I were under indictment.
There’s always some guys playing chess in the front of the bar. Pool’s in the back. The television is huge.
I am always both entertained and appalled when I visit On the Rocks. Going there is kind of like the dirty thrill I would suspect one gets from shoplifting — You know it’s wrong, and that’s what’s so right about it.

This place makes Zeke’s look like a not-​so bad date spot. It’s not so much dirty as it is worn in. Hmmm… maybe there really isn’t a difference.
It’s called a sports bar, because they’ve got 4 or 5 sets playing; but it’s mostly just a local dive bar.
Everyone is real friendly. If you’re a girl, be prepared to be charmed by some 70 year old Salty Casanovas! I’ve seen it happen.