D H Brown’s

A cheap, quiet, downtown dive. On each of my visits here, only 3 – 5 other patrons ever wandered in. This includes Friday and Saturday nights! I don’t know what the story is, but for those who want an extreme break from the Marleys’ and Station Houses of Springfield, swing in here for something much more chill.

Mostly was here at events thrown by people, but the one time I came here when there wasn’t an event, it was quiet as heck. Don’t know if this was because the Legislature wasn’t in session, but it was dead.
Definitely a sports bar, but one that is less corporate and more homegrown (see some of the pics for an idea). They had a couple of weirdly, vaguely right-​wing kitsch on the wall (don’t know if it was ironic, or intentional), but, have a feeling this wouldn’t be my go to bar if I lived here.

One of the last few good, classic bars in America, DH Brown does the simple things right most bars get wrong. It’s not just better than most of the bars in Springfield, it’s better than most of the bars anywhere.
First, DH Brown’s music isn’t relentlessly loud. It’s loud enough to hear but not so loud you can’t hear the people you actually left your house and came out to talk to.
DH Brown doesn’t turn the lights out on you either. It’s dim, like a bar should be, but you can still see.
This bar is obviously a sports bar. With the wood panelling, animal heads and old team flags, you can’t mistake it for anything else. But that’s exactly the point. It has more than enough flat screens to watch a game, but not so many that the only personality the place has is «flatscreen».
And most amazingly, the waitresses actually seem to care if you have a drink. They’ll go to work grabbing you another BEFORE you finish the one you’re on, not 20 minutes after. I’ve never found myself wondering where my waitress is here, a true anomaly among bars of all kinds.