Crosswalk

This place is filled with some of the weirdest people. Its not even worthy of being called a dive bar, how about hell hole… The bartenders are horrible and the guests are just as bad. If you like loud mouth drunks and trashy bartenders this is the place. I am surprised nobody has been killed in this place, it’s that bad. Save your money and possibly your life, go somewhere else!

Be careful you don’t touch anything because you might get herpes. Every surface is gross, I don’t think you can trust them to clean their beer lines and the ‘regular crowd’ is full of alcoholics who will argue about ANYTHING! The last time I was there, Theah (treeah? tayah??) was the ditziest bartender I’ve ever had. Couldn’t figure out a basic old fashioned. Couldn’t figure out how to split a check between two people. And to top it off, the tips we left on our credit cards magically turned into fifty percent tips. I refuse to ever step foot in this hell hole again!

What you see is what you get — and if you don’t see your debit card, it’s because one of the bartenders gave it to someone else. But you can’t blame her, she had at least 7 whole people in the bar to look after. Don’t expect an apology for any sort of blunder on their part — just some sage advice, such as «you should probably just cancel your card». And when Toby, the loudmouth regular that took your card eventually comes back, simply accept his berating about how you’re being rude for getting upset that they gave your debit card to some random drunk, without so much as a «hey, sorry we screwed up». Some drunk lady said I should just relax, so I asked her how she’d feel if she were in my shoes. «Well, I pay with cash, so…» She knows what’s up, I guess.
One star for 50 cent pool, and I didn’t catch hepatitis.

It’s been a while since I been here but I thought I’d write review anyway. It’s kind of a dive bar and I’m not really into dive bars but I gave it three stars cause I remember the drink was good.

Crosswalk! Oh, how you always pull me back in.
Been about a year since my previous view, and I’d moved on my merry way to the many fun bars nearer my new house. But, as old habits will do, I was eventually tempted back into my all time favorite dive bar with the wafting rumors of change. And boy has it. The owner has largely restaffed, gotten new and tasty draft options, and expanded on event ideas. I’ve only met 3 of the new bartenders, but they’re all amazing and much friendlier (when they can afford to be) and one of them, though salty as a fella, makes some seriously amazing cocktails. Guy made me a chili vodka drink with who knows what deliciousness in it, pretty much knocked my little cat print socks off.
The jukebox is super high quality with a Internet search feature, so you can find that ultra obscure Black Lips song or the one ELO b-​side that played at your (parent’s) prom. It has a kareoke feature and really they should capitalize on that since the nearby kareoke hotspot recently shut down and the Crosswalk is by far the most inviting enjoyable bar left in the vicinity! Get on that, guys, they’ve been going to the Baranof! Haha– I kid.
Seriously though, admittedly I haven’t tried the food under the new staff, but the atmosphere has returned to a friendly neighborhood dive with lots of pulltabs and the slightly off balance pool tables I had come to love when I first moved to town, but with the added bonus of extra microbrew variety and a great cocktailer behind the bar. The owner is my personal favorite middle aged guy in pastel polos this side of the mountains, and truly the entire place has improved so greatly I feel like I need to make up for time lost!
So who wants a drink?

Good solid dive bar… never mind ALL CAPS guy whining about being forced to tip or whatever he’s carrying on about, staff is friendly and good beer on tap. Highly recommended.

To be completely honest, last night was my first visit to this place. My brother is a normal visiter and invited me for a drink and a game of pool, I wouldn’t really recommend this place to anyone unless a quiet depressing scene is what they’re into. The drink was ok at best but there was an old lady who is good friends with the blondie bartender (I don’t know her name, all I can say to describe her is that she looks like the main girl from its always sunny in Philadelphia) who goes around demanding tips from the bar goers, stating that we HAVE to.
Now from my experience, there is a reason I give someone a tip and that’s if you provide excellent service or at least decent enough to where I’m satisfied with the thought of give you extra money aside from my tab or your hourly paycheck, but the fact that this bartender was busy talking to everyone else while I asked for change, ignored me and then told me I had to wait was unacceptable, she short my brother with his shot, and it took a while for our drinks to be made and it was not busy.
Onto her old lady friend, she was belligerent drunk, trying to force tips out of people for her good friend, she was starting drama with everyone and when a fight broke out, the bar tender asked the group of kids to leave, not her friend who was BOTHERING OTHERS who was trying to enjoy their time. A little unfair, no?
MY ONLY ADVICE IS, DONT GO HERE UNLESS YOURE OK WITH CRAP SERVICE AND EXTORTION. BECAUSE THAT OLD LADY GOES THERE OFTEN AND I CAN BET SHE TRIES AND FORCES TIPS OUT OF PEOPLE WHEN HER FRIEND ISNT GETTING ANY.

Just gotta update my review since I’ve been coming here for like 8 years now. This is definitely my favorite dive bar! And Laurel is the BEST bartender ever!!! She’s super nice and makes hella strong drinks. She’s awesome to newbies & regulars alike.
I do miss the free popcorn they used to have back in the day…
If you want a yummy foofoo drink or a stiff drink, this is the bar to come to! Love that they have a full bar.

Yes! Pinball! Gummy bear shots! Cool staff and bartenders. Will be back.

Back in Seattle after a longer than normal hiatus. It’s good to see that some things remain the same. After a 4 hour flight and a few turbulence issues… the xanax wasn’t gonna be enough. I decided to walk up the road and get me a bite of food and a few drinks. This is where I start and where I end my evenings while in this neck of the woods. I was glad that Laurel still remembered my name. She is an absolute doll. She introduced me to Jessica and she was right in step with Laurel. I never waited for a drink refill and my burger was fresh, tasty and up to my high burger standards. There is no hype here. This is where you come to catch up on neighborhood news, drink well made drinks and maybe shoot a little pool. Sorry to the people there about playing an entire Brian Jonestown Massacre album… I’ll see how you fancy Ministry next time.

Good beer, pool tables, awesome bartender, and a wall of pulltabs. It’s a dive bar and I like it.

Went here on a random Thursday night. It’s pretty unwelcoming out front, between what seems like shifts of smokers out front and dark dark windows. On the inside, it’s pretty sleepy but welcoming. They have a surprisingly good selection of drafts beer inside, not just in terms of microbrews (2 kinds of Firestone, Ninkasi, etc), but also almost every kind of domestic macrobrew you could hope for. The bartenders were sweet and patient.
But yes, it’s a dive bar. Don’t confuse it with Naked City a few doors down. But beers are $ 4. And yes, there was a small tussle next to us at the table, but no one at our table was in the least bit scared, and the bartenders and fellow patrons took care of it immediately. It was fine entertainment.
It’s everything you’d want in a dive bar. It’s like your foreign uncle — creepy and scary at first on the outside, but sweet on the inside once you get to know it.

Good selection of beers on tap … roomy … average experience nothing notable.
Downgrade due to poor customer service:
accidentally left my credit card there … I called, no answer and no call-​back to my voicemail after 5 days … downgrading to a 2 star. Too bad, because the bartender was friendlier than most.

Great bartenders! Stiff drinks and killer pinball. DON’T pass up the olympic quality slate-​top pool tables in the back room!

If you like to play pool, drink cheap beer with a fairly wide array of selection and play the juke box this is the place to go. They even have a big screen dedicated to playing wii games if you ask them. There are plenty of pool tables and parking in the back. A good spot to hang out any day of the week and friendly staff.

I really like this place! I would have given it four stars but I hate the music that’s typically playing in there (mostly hip-​hop and rap… and not the best of those genres, either). Granted, it is a jukebox so I could dump a bunch of money into playing something more tolerable but then I’d really just start a jukebox war.
Anyway, back to the positives:
1. Wii bowling (they have other games but no one working there ever knows how to change the disc)
2. Plenty o pool tables
3. The lovely Laurel behind the bar
4. Stiff drinks
5. Good prices
6. Comfy booths

Crosswalk=Awesome.
They have a sign by the back door that reads «if you take a drink outside, you’re 86’d’. You don’t put up a sign like that just in case.
Yeah it’s sketchy and there are plenty of folks that are sneaking in under the radar of the state mandated «we can not serve you if you appear intoxicated» ethos, but the beer is cold, the juke box is full of classic rock and the pool and darts are cheap.
I can walk here and will do so often.

Sometimes turning heads is a good thing. Sometimes turnings heads is a bad thing.
An example of good head turning. You get a hot new hair cut and heads turn when you walk into the room. And you’re all like «Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.» But secretly, you love the attention.
An example of bad head turning. Your group walks into the bar and everyone puts down their drinks and sizes you up. Did the music just stop? You could hear a pin drop. And you’re all like «Why don’t you take a picture? It’ll last longer.» And secretly, you hate the attention.
My one experience at The Crosswalk could be summed up by the latter example. Thankfully, Shaun K. schooled a Crosswalk regular in a dance fight and earned our group some space and respect. Pass.

Walking into the Crosswalk I became disoriented. Am I in Kent? I had to ask myself. I can just see this kind of bar being in that area and I sure didn’t know so many minorities were in Greenwood but apparently there are and they all like the Crosswalk on Friday nights. I was amazed.
After our rendezvous to Baranof, Unilocalers and I went to the Crosswalk. You walk in and are immediately welcomed by rap blasting from the speakers. Tip #1 this isn’t Kansas anymore. Then you view the rest of the building that looks like a former warehouse. Its quite spacious and I felt like I was in a classy joint when I saw the wires hanging from the ceiling. Tip #2 Kansas is far away. Then there are the pool tables that are stabilized and risen by random objects. I saw folded paper and pieces of wood under the legs. Tip #3 Kansas was been blown off the U.S.
There are a few televisions and two more pool tables in a back room which I’m sure has seen a number of questionable activities in its existence. Hell, the whole bar probably has.
The highlight of the night was Shaun K. and an older gentlemen in a white track suit having a spontaneous dance off. Only at the Crosswalk, I swear. After Shaun K. served this guy with his fancy footwork, the loser decided to try to talk to every girl in our group and let me tell you he had no concept of personal space.
The Crosswalk is highly entertaining, I won’t lie about that but I probably won’t be back unless I’m terribly drunk and/​or in need of schooling someone with my dance superiority.

Oh. The… lovely… Crosswalk.
I forgot about this place until today.
This is the wonderful bar where, when our guy friends stepped outside to smoke, an old man approached my boyfriend’s sister and I and tried to tell us that we are «repressed bisexuals» and should just admit that we’re together. Wow.
One of my friends was a regular here, though, so it must not be too bad. Just not really the kind of place I’m usually tempted to go visit.