Bullets Bar & Grill

This place was a fun to go to! I’m sorry they closed down

A dive bar — and if you are looking for a dive bar, this is what you get. Nothing more and nothing less. Now go and have a drink and leave me alone.

Went for pinball but has been replaced by bowling video game. Stayed for beer and left but not before an older lady latched on and talked to me throughout my whole beer whether or not i was listening or not. Also smells like stale cigar smoke cause there is a cigar shop next door where they smoke all day/​night. Place is also not clean so stick to bottles.

If bars were rockstars, this place would be Donald Fagen. Donald Fagen doesn’t care who you are, and Donald Fagen doesn’t want you around if you’re not interested in Donald Fagen. In fact, Donald Fagen doesn’t give a shit if you ARE interested in Donald Fagen. Donald Fagen is gonna do what Donald Fagen is gonna do, and if you’re lucky, Donald Fagen might let you tag along.
Then again, Donald Fagen might just tell you to go suck eggs.
We walked into Bullets Bar & Grill after having left the dreadful insect cave a few doors down. My buddy had just moved to Waltham, and we were on a quest to find a new local for him. We hoped against hope for a shitty dive behind the unlabeled door…
…and from the moment that door opened, we were not disappointed. Upon entering, our gazes were met by that of the iron-​haired lady bartender, whose expression bespoke no ambiguity: «What are you two shitbirds doing in here?» it said.
But we braved this look and sat down nonetheless. After expressing her disbelief at our status as patrons, the affable bar matron chatted us up affably. Turns out that Bullets has been here for a long time. They don’t have Keno anymore, and they stopped doing Karaōke on Saturdays; both of those things have reduced their patronage significantly. On the Saturday night we found ourselves here, the only people sharing our company besides our loquacious tavern mistress were three elderly gentlemen whose livers had doubtless long since seen better days, and indeed, perhaps some degree of functionality.
(see photos above) The mixers available to the intrepid mixologist at Bullets consist of the tired-​looking 2-​liter bottles of soda lined up amidst the liquor bottles. Stacked peacefully to the immediate right of the collapsing plastic containers of soda sit two inexplicable piles of tokens, which on further examination turn out to be the little things you buy if you want to buy someone else a drink. I thought they were sobriety tokens.
Bottom line: Bullets Bar & Grill (heavy on the «bar», light-​to-​complete-​falsehood on the «grill») supplies you with all your Waltham, Massachusetts dive-​ass bar needs. With aplomb.