DO Drop In

I give it 5 stars when Joellyn is bartending!!! She’s such a sweetheart, makes awesome drinks and keeps the bar so clean. I’ve been there many times and have had the best service and the best drinks when she’s behind the bar!!! Thank you Joellyn

Super-​divey, locals kind of place. Everyone was friendly except one drunk young guy who was acting kind of territorial. My buddies said it was the best Bloody Mary they’ve had.

A tip top well-​worn, unglamorous bar.
For Thanksgiving Day everyone did a pot luck turkey dinner. The free spread was damn good. Chatting with the locals everyone was happy. My drink for the day was black label crown royal whiskey splash coke. 5. A bold and very robust whiskey blended at 90 proof.
The free food was unbelievable. More than enough. This was the first Thanksgiving I have ever spent away from family. I’m tellin ya family is a beautiful thing and locals, they are a cheap, simple selection of smoker voiced regulars that drink PBR at home.
A tribute to Thanksgiving, Locals and Black Label Friday. Wear shoes that you wouldn’t mind squashing some roaches in.

How has no respectable dive bombing Unilocaler reviewed this joint? What’s next, you going to tell me you never saw the movie «Barfly» either? Required viewing, if you can find it anywhere as Mickey Rourke really puts his stink on this role. Smellflix it if you can.
Popped in here early on a Friday afternoon as I was in the area for an event and had some time to kill. Cold cheap no frills beer, not as scary as you might think. Could be different at night, single ladies bring your mace.
Sure there were a couple of tweakers loitering near the back door as I parked the car. Okay, there were possibly a couple on the inside as well. They get thirsty and have the right to park it on a tattered stool and wet their whistle don’t they?
I did get the stink eye when I approached the juke, but as usual I had a plan. Because it was the man in black’s birthday I popped some dough in and played some Johnny Cash. While sitting back enjoying an icy cold Dos Equis with disapproving eyes darting my way I waited for my tunes to commence. Ring of Fire began to play, and the icy stares thawed a bit. Next up JC started crooning Folsum Prison Blues, which set the flys in motion. Some were even shaking a knee and bobbing their heads. Okay, they were doing that before the music started, but I interpreted it as mass approval. Lost a bit of ground when my trilogy of JC completed with his cover of Personal Jesus, but I had to slip them a curve to see if they were really paying attention. They were.
There was a battered pool table tucked in a nook up front, darts and I am almost certain there is a dice box behind the bar. Hell they even sell some form of toaster oven baked food, not far from the cigarettes. Bathroom was well lit, which is not good for dive bar men’s rooms. They don’t make ass gaskets thick enough to do anything but rope it from a distance, so for pissing only… or for your vending needs. (see photo) Just remember it is not intended to replace the real thing.
They have a party room! I don’t think you want to have a party here, but they do have one.
Tully: Do you need a drink?
Henry: Yeah, like a spider needs a fly