Irv’s

New owner now called stray great wed. Night show. Lots of fun. New name Stray.
Must see miss Novacane beoncé and Vanessa
Just to name a few.

It’s an unsafe place to go to on weekends. Some friends have lost their wallets there. I personally got involved in a fight and I had no clue why. I was attacked by some guys and the guards kicked me out since I looked younger than the other guys I fought with and the fact that I wasn’t «American»

Danny was HORRIBLE! Watched him pocket our credit card then refused to look for it when we tried to close out… we were here from outta town, then had to try to find our card that we knew we had given him to open the tab. Ended up having to cancel the entire card! Reported it stolen… then, whats most frustrating is calling the nxt day ONLY to find out, said cardnwas there. Worst time downtown Spokane EVER. Hufge thanks to Charles, whom was helpful n funny on the effn phone when calling the next day… Also jess WAS AMAZING, BEAUTIFUL, AND FABULOUS the nxt day when i picked up the card as well as the only other time i entered the place.

I had an amazing time at this little pole dance central the bartender can sing a mean Jhonny cash cover ask him everyone was so nice to me here I’ll return one day I actually think my buddies accidentally set off the fire alarm no worries (ﾉ*ﾟｰﾟ)ﾉ staff just laughed

The scene was what it is a bunch of beautiful men and a few manly ones. But they all were sweet. I was in love with how wet the drinks are and the rocking bodies keep the moisture on the rim of the glass all night. It’s fun to be Abe to go out in this town and not get harassed. Thumbs up to this location yummi!

Ir’vs is awesome. It’s an everyone bar… doesn’t matter if you are gay, straight or whatever. All are welcome here and it’s just a great place to be!

The bar is great. Mrs. Novocain and the la girlz are great and anything is possible at least once. Chuckle the daytime bartender is going to do anything for a laugh. Come out and enjoy $ 2.00 green beers today and laugh at the dirty leprechaun

Irv’s is Spokane’s only gay bar. The pool tables are numerous and in excellent condition. The video games are extensive.
The bar is clean, with good lighting. The seating is comfortable. The staff are friendly and the drinks are strong.
The patrons are pleasant and conversation flows as easily as the booze.

I don’t like paying for cover to most place especially when there’s no real headlining DJ. The vibe was odd and not even interesting enough to keep any attention.
Drinks however were worth the price and fair in strength.

I was in this place for less than an hour. After the OWNER wouldn’t stop grabbing my ass I called the police and they told him to keep his hands to himself. Horrible experience. I pressed charges. He will be criminally indicted.

I only had to walk by this place to know its not for me… it looked trashy as can be. I’m an accepting straight guy, but no… no way was this place getting my business.

If I could give it a zero I would. I generally limit my clubbing to «Gay Bars» because of the ability for my partner and I to dance without men touching me. If you’ve been to gay bars in bigger cities, you will be severely disappointed with this trash can bar.
Came here on a Saturday night with my two girlfriends after 2 AM when other bars closed and alcohol is no longer served. Paid a 5 dollar cover. The music was loud and people were dancing, I was excited.
Long story short, two sober looking men began to team up and molest me and my friend in the crowd. I told the man to stop and he acted dumb like nothing happened. He continued to touch me near my vagina, he seemed to want to insert his fingers inside of me. My friend also told me that he dug his fingers into her body.
I pushed the man away and yelled at him to get out. A couple of IRV’s staff stood around idly while I complained about the sexual assault. A minute later, the attacker and his buddy were shaking hands with members of staff like they were old friends.
We left in disgust. Irv’s staff doesn’t care about their guest’s safety. Don’t go here if you care for your safety. I feel sick recalling the night.
200 000 thumbs down.

Amazing bartenders! always a blast!

While I’m always up for a bar full of homeless looking people, I’m not sure I’m up for a place with straight up homeless inside. I’ve watched too many Criminal Minds epps to bait a dare!
This review is based on hearsay – all occurring while I was in the ladies’ room. After a cool evening at Satelitte Diner (review pending), we stopped one stop over to see the sights.
Apparently, in the two minutes I was in the restroom, my friend was pawed by a toothless (literally) homeless guy.
Thus, this review simply concerns the handsy manner of some clientele.

Oh, Irv’s. You’re nailin’ it.
Dance side with lasers: check.
Dance side has it’s own bar: +1
Witnessing a single man make a friend and restoring faith in friendly people, even in Spokane: A+
Add it all up and that’s a good bar. Oh, and the music was kicking New Year’s Eve. Irv’s was by far the coolest place to be.
Mentally subtract a tick for making weak drinks.

Oh, Spokane. What you do to a girl when she’s on a ‘business trip’
Irv’s is the epitome of a Spokane gay bar.
It’s gay, but not TOO gay. It’s cool, but sort of lame at the same time. K-​A-​R_​A-​O-​K-​E my friend, and open until 4am sometimes? FUCK YES.
And for that, I fucking LOVE Irv’s. The bartenders are cool as hell, the drinks are strong enough to put hair on your (insert inappropriate body part here) and the patrons run from hot-​hot-​hotties to ‘wow, no I didn’t notice that Tasmanian devil tattoo on your ass, thanks so much for pointing it out to me’
Go there, have a drink– I think they said the Screaming Orgasm was the special there– or was that me in the bathroom?
I forget, but that’s because it’s all hazy and good in that way you want a night out in Spokane to be.

This was my last hope to find a spot in Spokane that wasn’t totally dead on a Thursday. In fact, things were so dire that when we walked in to Irv’s, saw the main bar vacant, and told the door guy we are from Seattle and looking for a place to kick it on a Thursday, his response was «go back to Seattle.» Yeah, it was a dire situation.
However, one of our group heard what he thought was DJ’d music coming from the room next door, so we checked it out. What assaulted our eyes next was a total showstopper. The «nightclub» section of Irv’s had a stripper pole right in the middle of the dance floor. Unreal. There was a girl on it, working it like it was her job. (By the by, I’d lay even money that it was.) To her credit though, it was an impressive show.
I headed to the bar because after the show I’d just seen, I needed a drink. Truth be told, I needed a shower, but that wasn’t possible at the moment. I ordered a drink, watched the bartender pour almost an entire glassful of booze, then slide it down the bar to me. I’ve seen some heavy pours in my day, mostly when people order well drinks, but I was drinking the good stuff, and this pour had to be at least a triple. It was awesome. The bartender introduced himself as Todd, and he kept the drinks coming.
I turned around to see the same girl putting on another show, so I starting looking around and what did I see? Remember Rose? The hostess from the disaster known as the AClub? Yep, she was sitting at the bar. Small world, no?
This place saved our night for sure, and many thanks to Todd for hooking it up!

I came here on a Wednesday night which was their karaōke night. No cover charge. It wasn’t a packed night either, mixed crowd which I liked — from young hip queer men, to country lookin folks to preppy bachlorettes, old and young.
You got shameless singing from the pros, to the most horrible to the shy; picking opera, to country, to 90s pop, to rock, to alternative songs etc.
Nice dive bar vibe.

Irv’s. Oh Irv’s. Bless your confused Spokaniness.
Here’s why this bar is great:
— Open until 4am, giving you a solid chance to sober (or hook) up.
— Employs real DJs, who genuinely seem to know how to get people’s boove on the move. Sometimes they stop playing hip hop.
— Smoking patio. Great for bumming a cig, chatting up a fella, or sassing a drag queen. I really love the little smoking alley.
— Weirdly busy on weeknights. I’ve been to Irvs on a Wednesday (or was it a Thurs?) where it was packed out.
— Heteroflexibility. For some reason, the mixed crowd really brings out the nellie in the straight fellas.
Here’s why Irv’s is… umm…
— The crowd. This is more of a Spokane thing, but you will never see so much shameless nasty bootydancing in your life. You will feel both vicariously shameful and thrilled. Don’t join them, you’ll get pregnant.
— Charging for water. No tap, only bottled. Chances are if you’re there after last-​call you’re out of bills.
— Pole dancing? Cage-​things? To my knowledge, they don’t employ dancers. People in/​on these things are doing it gratis.
— The staff. They’re either manic or surly, nothing in between. I’ve kind of made it a point not to purchase alcohol here, since the interactions are such a mixed bag.
And a note to out-​of-​towners who end up at Irv’s: Gay Spokane is trapped in 1999. They will not notice your clothes-​that-​fit and non-​tragic vibe. Enjoy!

After the drag show at Dempseys we walked over to Irv’s for some more fun. I admit that my pre-​conceptions of bars in Spokane made me very pleasantly surprised by the experience at Irv’s. We saw some pretty random, entertaining things here, including some guy who was apparently a gymnast doing athletic moves on poles. LOL.
Irv’s appeared to be a very open bar, with a lot of different options and catering to a large variety of people. We saw both opposite and same-​sex couples mingling happily together, which is more what I expected to see in San Francisco than here. The bar is also very large, with a variety of options for different people. The front room, my personal favorite, is the room for those who want to just chill and hang out. This room is quieter (it’s easy to talk over the music from the next room), has tables to sit at with groups, pool tables, and arcade games. We played a few games of pool, which I’m happy to say was dirt cheap at only 75 cents a game, with the bartender happy to exchange dollar bills for quarters.
Move over to the other room and you get dancing! There’s a large dance floor with a DJ (at least on Saturday nights) and dance poles, where dancers can get their groove on. There’s also a platform with comfortable booths for those who want to watch, take a break, or don’t mind having conversation above the loud music.
There is a cover on Saturday night, but it’s only $ 3, and apparently regulars can get out of paying it. I don’t mind paying $ 3 when the drinks are so cheap and there’s hours of entertainment in the entire bar. Other than being exhausted in the wee hours of the morning from my whirlwind long weekend, I had a great time at Irv’s.