Garnett’s Rite Inn

This place has to be the worst smelling Bar I ever been in. Stopped in about 3 monyhs ago because near our house and the wife wanted a drink and check it out. Walked in and a smell of a rotten outhouse overwhelmed us. She had to use the bathroom and came out faint and said she almost passed out. Claimed the worse bathroom she ever entered. I too at the same time had tried the mens and couldn’t stay in there had to hold it and run out. The clientel looked as they been there all week and too hadn’t ever showered. If ya want to kill your sense of smell and risk disease or something worse enjoy.

Place has not been cleaned since 1972. Decore from the same era. Full of drunken slobs. Smells terrible.

Cheap drinks. Dive bar. Jukebox. Pool tables. Is there anything else you need in a bar? Oh yeah… great company.
Well, when you go to Rite Inn you will most certainly have great company. It’s the kind of place where the regulars get to know one another or… at least… get drunk with each other.
I met some friends here a few weeks ago for a few before heading to Fez for late night eats.
In sum, if you like dive bars, you will love Rite Inn.
And, if you’re like Eric R., you might even stir up some negative feelings in another patron who has imagined you’re out to get him and has decided to exact his revenge.
We have it on our list to revisit this amazingly awesome bar again soon, which now accepts credit cards.

Let’s see, $ 3.50 Absolut ($ 5.50 Grey Goose)…SOLD!!!
This is a little gem of a dive bar where you can get your drink on HELLA cheap! I think the most expensive drink is the top shelf tequila for $ 6. The crowd is a mismash of old timers and interesting locals.
I had a great time with some of my fellow Unilocalers as we were nearly intimidated into playing pool while another patron decided he wanted to kick my ass. The jury is still out on why, but it was fun speculating.
One of my favorite drinking scenarios is when I enter a bar with $ 20 and leave wasted with some change left. The Rite Inn delivered!

This place is dark, divey, cash only, and most importantly walking distance from my house. The drinks are cheap, and well made, I agree with the posts about Aurora, shes the lady, but all of the bartenders I’ve met so far are great.
There are hand written signs all over the bar, there pool, tiny bathrooms, and when I’m hungry I can walk over to fry bread house and grab a bite to bring back with me.
And there a juke box. I’m a sucker for a juke box.

Just so you are aware, phone calls are now 50 cents for 3 minutes. So proclaims the hand scrawled sign behind the bar next to the register. Even dive bars need a bit of order amongst the chaos.
Ducked in here for a cold one after walking the fest in Melrose, I’m just a sucker for a dive bar. Once my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I saw an amazing mix of people. Some almost hipsters, Indians and traditional barflys.
The Dos Equis was frosty and cheap, there was a back door for quick getaways or for smoking. Times truly are tough as I noticed on a trip to the men’s room that three of the flys were passing around a hand made cigarette.

We were over at The Rock, watching the parade of humanity entering and exiting the Rite Inn. Curious and restless, we scampered across the street to check it out. Only to scamper right back, to use the ATM at the Rock, since it’s cash only over there.
Risking life and limb once more, we finally arrived at the windowless caverns for drinking and shenanigans. It contained a random, yet friendly crowd. But when you’re a happy drunk, everyone’s your friend.
We only stayed long enough for a couple shots of Cazadores, and half a game of pool, with an eyeless, stuffed calico cat jammed down the front of my jeans.

aurora is the shit. i love this place. i miss newmans though

It’s a neighborhood dive bar. Cash only. Despite its location, if you are looking for some hipster joint, this ain’t it.
However, I have spent many nights in here for one reason only: Aurora. If you ever frequented Newman’s before it closed, this is the same bartender, the one with the bell and the Macho Man tip jar. She is the best bartender of all time as long as you are respectful toward her. And, she makes great drinks.
They have 2 pool tables, but usually one is out of order. And they just got a fancy-​schmancy jukebox. The bathrooms are small, one toilet rooms, but it’s more than enough to serve the crowd.

This is where my current boyfriend took me on our first date. Now, I will say that if I was the same woman then that I am now, he would:
1. NEVER have had the opportunity to get in, near, or about my pants
2. have been slapped mercilessly
3. been the receiving end of many, many disparaging pieces of gossip (true and otherwise) via myspace as well as been the victim of prosecutable slander.
BUT, since all of 2 years has turned me into a sensitive little WASPy, corporate, salsa-​making, bottle-​recycling cupcake, I will review this like I felt that very first date:
«It’s stinky, it’s divey, it’s cheap, and I don’t know a goddamn person here. I LOVE THIS PLACE.»