The Meet Rack

The coolest dive bar I’ve ever been to! God is so hilarious too and will show you around upon request. Will be back!

Weird almost sad but a must see if your in the area and are a fan of weird and crazy americana like I am. Words cannot describe but don’t miss the tour. It was dead when I was there but looks like it could get lively.

I’d feel weird leaving anything less than 5 stars. This place is top of the line for what it is which is a disgusting dive bar with an eccentric owner who gives a tour everyone should always ask for when going for the first time. Went with some friends in 2005 so I could get drunk on drinks named after Urban Dictionary phrases and get the «God» branding that people always talked about. It’s nice to have a constant reminder of that one time I tried not acting like a square… even though it now just looks like a weird birthmark. Haha.

That moment when your Über driver drops you off and says, stay safe! Well, don’t let that deter you. We consider ourselves dive bar connoisseurs, and this place might be the mountain topper. There were just so many wtf moments I couldn’t get over it. Odd drinks, terrible booze selection (2 beer selections and crap liquor), and of course cash only. But we didn’t care! The pics, stories, patrons, and tour were all so fantastic. We even got serenaded with a Christmas carol by one of the regulars. She was amazing! The owner had some fantastic tales, and was gracious enough to take us on the tour after he woke up from his nap. Lol. Oh, and they serve 32 oz drinks! Just don’t expect top shelf. Which is ok, the place makes up for it if you’re into dive bar awesomeness.

Yeah i got branded here about a year back and «god» would give me the discounted drinks I’m deserved. Real bad service. No discount. Stuck with this brand on my perfect white ass for life

For anyone who lives in Tucson or visits, this place is a must see. I guarantee you’ll never see another bar like it. From the art and pictures, the awesome patio, the urinal targets, to the sex room, this place is completely unbelievable!
Upon arriving, order a dirty sounding cocktail, then ask to see God so he can give you the tour. I won’t give too much away but TAKE THE TOUR!
Also, cheap drinks and very diverse and interesting clientele to rub elbows with.

Took the tour from «God» and saw things I cannot un-​see. Wanted to take a bath in sanitizer after I left.
This is the epitome of a dive bar, and a real Tucson oddity. They showed us photo albums full of people who had branded themselves with a profile of «God’s» face to receive free drinks for life.
This sheltered girl is still processing the unusual visit a day later. And yes, we are planning on bringing 30 clients back for an experience they will not forget, nor ever tell their children about.
Note: It was really hot in there — they didn’t bother to turn on the a/​c in mid-​August! Part of the atmosphere I suppose, but many of us went outside and eventually decided to leave because we were very sweaty and uncomfortable.

Its exactly as described. Weird but interesting.

«Whore!!!» «Slut!!!» The verbal assaults flew as my girls and I exited the restroom. What? Who do they think they are? I haven’t been called that since last Thursd… Oh. It’s not personal? OK then.
The Meet Rack is dive bar extraordinaire and I think everyone needs to experience this place at least once. God (Jim Anderson, the owner) happily obliges his patrons with a tour of the bar, his memorabilia, the sex room, the patio, the bedroom, etc. «This here is LeAnn Rheams (mispronunciation of Rimes); she was here the other day and signed this. This guy (Zach Galifianakis) was here last night and brought us this poster and signed it.» OK. Sure, and obviously «Ah-​nold» is still the governator of California. Yes, the décor and memorabilia is skeezy and speaks of a different and more illustrious time in God’s life but it’s still fun!
The drinks are just OK, the staff friendly, God is welcoming and loves to give tours but bring the hand sanitizer. Seriously.
And go ahead ladies, put your coins in that condom dispenser in the restoom. You’ll quickly be reminded of another time in your life when your promiscuity is put out there and those hurtful slurs of hooker, skank and slut are tossed your way. Oh? It’s just me? Ok then. Never mind.

This establishment is quite the place to visit in Tucson. Therefore, when you’re brave enough and willing to meet Jimmy Anderson. The proprietor is a gentleman who is a legend in his own mind and probably comes close to being just that… quite the man.
Composition of leprechaun and perhaps a United States Marine Corps kind a guy
It is a FUN happening place.
ptb

«Gott ist tot.»
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?
–Nietzsche, The Gay Science, Section 125, tr. Walter Kaufmann
Ugh. Tucson maybe you don’t deserve better. The Meet Rack stinks.
I love dive bars man. The dirtier the better. But I remember a time when Reverend Jim and his cult would jog around the University of Arizona campus. Reverend Jim would do mortal battle with evangelical preacher Jed Smock. Throw a fat wad of dollar bills into the crowd of freshman and proclaim victoriously that «There is your real God!» And a mêlée would erupt as kids dove and scratched for those wadded up dollar bills. I remember the billboards touting his candidacy for mayor of Tucson. I remember his bar «Someplace Else», the Duty Hut, pitchers of Buttf#*ks, the crap champagne you had to buy to get a tour. His freak shop of dildos, sex swings, and various other ancient erotic BS. He was the straight trouble making pimp of T-​town. And at 19 I thought he was cool.
«If it ain’t broke don’t fix it.»
Jim, now «god», is still that one note trickster. Crappy beer, no name brand alcohol, run down clap trap for hookers, bums, and wide-​eyed U of A underclassmen.
HeeHee is that a fuzzy anteater with a dildo nose? Crazy. But from the 4 stars this place has I guess that impresses a lot of folk. But I felt ripped. 2 draft PBR’s and two well shots $ 20 bucks? C’mon god, you’re not that good. You’re that creepy old dude that lives in his bar, covered in 1980’s stained smut mags.
Hey– here is some advice that you won’t read.
Ready?
Put on a f– ing shirt, pull up your pride, and stop branding idiots with your face.

I absolutely LOVE dive bars, and The Meet Rack is one of the finest. We met God, the owner, and received the full tour. Well worth asking for. My only complaint — there’s no Fireball. (Only reason I didn’t give it 5 stars) If he only knew he could change the whole dynamic by incorporating this one spirit. We were down in Tucson for the weekend, and picked a great night to check this place out. Pudding wrestling was scheduled, and I couldn’t have been happier. Now that the weather has cooled down, I am told more of these bar-​supported shenanigans will take place.

Place isn’t what it used to be. One beer only and cash on top of that. Like going to a creepy high school kegger.

Great Bar, a lot of fun all the time. I have been going there ever since they opened years ago. Best time nights, you never know who’s coming in the door.

READ BEFORE YOU GO!
If you haven’t been here yet, read all of the reviews first, so you know what you are getting into. Yeah, it’s a little weird, a bit disturbing… but that’s the point! It’s an experience you must have as a Tucsonan, so cross it off your list as soon as you can.
You will get what you put into your visit. If you want to sit quietly with your friends and drink the beer of your choice, you will have a bad time. If you accept their selection, realize it’s sinfully inexpensive, and engage the place you’ll have a fun night. What do I mean by «engage»? Talk to some of the characters that will be invariably around, including God. Take the tour, check out the Sex Room, play some pool, get a burger (so tasty!), and at least consider getting branded. I won’t take the thunder from the staff and explain the branding, just ask about it when you go.
I can’t give a recommendation without a qualifier, it’s not for everybody. However, for the people it’s for, it’s a guaranteed good time!

You have not done everything in Tucson until you’ve met God. Yes, the owner of this dive bar legally changed his name to God.
Anyway, this is definitely a place you have to just go to get the experience; there is way too much to even start explaining what to expect here. First off, my friends and I were craving bloody marys at 11 at night; nearly impossible to find them because they are usually day/​noon drinks. However, this place had them and there was a deal of a pitcher of anything for $ 11; not bad especially because my friends and I (the 4 of us) were trying to finish it when they close on us and we barely finished it. It was plenty for us.
I am not quite sure what I should or can explain on here; but going there, you HAVE to have an OPEN MIND. It is, after all, a dive bar. God gives you a tour of his bar and it is very interesting; from the drinks the offer, to the pictures of his life on the walls; it is very, very interesting. Even his car is very unique; won’t see another one of these… like ever!
It was definitely a must do thing when in Tucson, if you have an open mind.

I have only been to this place twice and I look forward to my third time there, now that I am a resident to Tucson. I had already shown up a bit hammered so some of my recollection may be foggy.
The Meet Rack is bright yellow– the color of warmth and integrity. God’s car, as stated in other reviews, is always out front– testicles typically hanging low. I have a feeling God has bigger balls than his luxurious hoopty. Unfortunately I never got around to offering a testicular and/​or prostate exam, but I am sure they would be just fine with it.
Yes– there is a sex room or dungeon or whatever you want to call it. The gynecological chair they have looks like it came from a free clinic. I am sure many an abnormal pap has come back from that seat. There is also the circle you can strap yourself into to be whipped or branded or eaten or tossed or whatever you fancy. I believe God said that is where you go if you want a snow cone (when you provide stimulating oral sex to an upside down woman).
I asked the bartender (who probably had crotch rot from not showering for a week and riding his skateboard to work in 109 degrees) for Crown on the rocks. How silly of me. I should have known they only carry one kind– probably Old Crow. I grew some hair on my chest afterwards. I also had a pitcher of PBR, because I am a classy lady like that. Before I decided on my order, the bartender placed the biggest, dirtiest, floppiest pink dildo on the counter… you know. to help me decide. It worked.
The beautiful dress I was wearing does not require that I wear a bra, but I did wear panties that specific day. Black lace. I noticed the bar was lacking decent under garments in their ceiling collection, so I offered mine up for the taking. I figure if I am bra-​less, why not be pantie-​less? I sat on the throne in the outdoor area, enjoying my top shelf Pabst and watched as God sawed my adorable little hip huggers off with a dull blade. I then wrapped them around his head and got a couple pictures. Needless to say, my father was quite disappointed in me, stating that he was, «Going to find Santa Claus and punch him in the face.» I am almost 30. I have had many men take off my panties. I am only proud of a few of those experiences, and this was one. He should honestly be quite proud of my rational decision making.
I didn’t find anything offensive. The shock affect is always a good affect and if you cannot handle it, then get the fuck out.

Let’s get this part out of the way… I was a little nervous to go to the Meet Rack. Every review I read created a bit more of a daunting image of this super kitschy, super local dive bar.
We were attending a show at the Executive Inn a stone’s throw from TMR and had heard this was an amazing little place to discover. Apparently, God presided.
You drive up to the unassuming bar layered in bright yellow paint… God’s Gremlin parked right in front (see pic). We amble around to the side door and walk in to a typical dive bar. Not nearly as seedy and unseemly as I had thought it would be. Bras hanging from the ceiling, a giant oak bar, and a handful of 20-​something male hipsters holding up one corner.
We found a table back by the pool table, and apparently unmarked restrooms (save the picture of a womans derrier as marker.) I approached the bar and asked for a Fat Tire. (First mistake)…to which I was informed «No, but we have Pabst!» Realizing I wasn’t in Kansas anymore I settled for a Heineken ($ 4) and loped back to my table. My friends had a gin & tonic, tequilla & grapefruit juice, and a Pabst respectively.
The place was pretty dead. And God didn’t make an appearance until a few minutes before we left. And didn’t really say anything to us, much to my dismay. I love a good chat with a character.
All in all… a rather tame experience at a place with a big rep. I would definitely revisit TMR. Maybe a bit later to see it in full swing.

Ahhh, the good ‘ol Meet Rack. If you’re bar hopping, you might want to make this your last stop of the night. The words «clean» and «Meet Rack» have never been in the same sentence so it might be better if you were looking at this place through beer goggles, its MUCH more entertaining than if you’re sober. God is the owner, so you know its good place, right?

First rule of the Meet Rack: Leave your judgment at the door and just relax. This place is a plethora of ridiculousness which can offer you a night of hilarious inappropriateness.
I don’t want to ruin the tour (given by the owner nightly) for you by giving you all the juicy insider details, but here are a few tid bits to get you through the door. (Or possibly keep you from coming in depending on your tolerance level)
–The owner lives in the bar and has legally changed his name to God. See pictures in the Unilocal profile for more detail.
–They serve drinks in mini pitchers so don’t expect a crystal martini glass good for sticking out your pinky.
–The bartenders are AWESOME! (They are also crude, but don’t be offended, because it only makes it worse.)
–The stuff covering the walls sends Chili’s and Applebee’s running for the hills.
–Bring CASH! There is no ATM on site and they will direct you to one at a gas station down the block, so just come prepared.
–Be sure you get the tour from God. He will fill you in on the sordid details around the bar and possibly throw a free keychain your way.
In a nutshell, this place is one of my favorite dive bars to hit when I am in Tucson. It offers a great time if you have an open mind. My suggestion is to take a group with you to enjoy the experience together.