Marv Says: Tony’s (formerly PJ’s) is a place for live music and some drinks. The definition of a dive bar, it happened to feature a jam band that seemed better suited to a high schooler’s garage rather than public performance. The bar seems full, but don’t expect flamboyant cocktails. Cheap PBR is available for those who partake. Keep things simple and you should be golden.
Attending: Marv, Jessica, Rawb.
Marv Says: Lumpy’s Highland Drive location is not the same as it’s namesake downtown. It’s a two level bar featuring some pool tables, intimate seating, and a patio. While TV’s show sports, it’s not as overwhelming as the other location. A good place for a bite to eat and a drink to start your night.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Jessica
Marv Says: Bongo is a neighborhood hideaway that features one of the lowest cost bars in the city. For a very small amount of cash (cash only here) you can drink to your heart’s content. Tucked away on Highland Drive, it can be hard to see but is well worth your time to find. It’s a friendly atmosphere and a good barstaff. If you are in the neighborhood, it’s your new favorite hangout.
Attending: Marv, Jessica, Rawb
Marv Says: Uncle Bart’s had a band duo playing as we entered. Unfortunately we thought it was karaoke. We arrived right as they finished their set. The bar is small, and very dive. It’s a long time mainstay of the “Just South of Down Town” neighborhood, but one you may never notice without looking for it. The bartender offered some concoction that I wisely avoided. I went with a Beam and Redbull to pep up a bit. Uncle Bart’s might surprise you. Check it out some time when you are in the mood for dive.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Laura, Dianne, Nikol, The Designated Viking
Marv says: The Highlander is a neighborhood bar with a vexing entrance. You think you are hitting the correct door only to be stymied time and again as you search out the portal to gain entry. Inside is a large bar that is fairly well lit viagra vente en pharmacie. The night we went featured Karaoke. If you like Karaoke, it is fine, but the performers this night were terrible. I enjoyed a Crown and Coke with lime.
Attending: Rawb, Marv, Sascha, DDD, Laura
Marv Says: The Cotton Bottom is a beer only bar featuring the best Garlic Burger in the state. Located in an upscale neighborhood, The Cotton Bottom is a long time staple of the Eastern suburbs of Salt Lake Valley. Go there for a burger, but stay for the great atmosphere and a beer.
Attending: Marv, Rawb, Sascha, DDD
Manny’s Too is your uncle’s bar. It’s got a very mature crowd that still manages to be quite boisterous on a Saturday night. A surprising offering of a Flaming Dr. Pepper as the bar special drink was given. I stuck with a shot of Maker’s and a Blue moon. In ten years or so I think I would feel quite comfortable in that crowd. For now, I will let my older relatives know about it as a place to get their party on for a Saturday Night.
This place seems to cater to an older crowd. With some ear piercingly bad karaoke in the background we secured a seat near the door for a quick exit. This location was quite spacious and did have a healthy crowd for those not quite spring chickens. Service was fair, but passable with a recommendation of the Flaming Dr. Pepper being a bit of a surprise. Since I couldn’t handle the Karaoke I called it at one drink and ushered our group out the door. For who should go here, it would definitely be the 40-50 year olds still looking to have a good time out without having a large group of youngsters look at them weird for showing up at a bar.
Attending: Marv, Rawb, Sascha, DDD, The Designated Viking
Willie’s Lounge is reportedly the oldest operating bar in Salt Lake City. It’s in an old fruit-stand from the 40’s that has been converted into an amazing local watering hole. The staff is friendly and engaging, offering insight into the history of the location. It is also one of the best values for drinking in the valley. You will be hard pressed to find a better deal than the $3 Bitch shot (made of grapefruit juice and other stuff). Shoot some pool, do some drinking and have some fun at this grandfather of all SL Bars. Along with the Bitch, I had a shot of Woodford Reserve.
Walking in, this place felt like a good old boys bar. Dark wood, small bar at one end, a few tables and chairs that have seen better days. None of this however was in any way frightening, it had a comfort to it, like that old ratty recliner your grandparents had, well used and relaxing. If I didn’t make it clear, the patrons and bartenders here were very friendly, striking up a conversation without any hesitation. The thing however that impressed me the most was the prices, if you are okay with well liquor and the on tap beer, you can have yourself a beer and a shot for under five bucks. The location is a ways out of downtown, but still pretty close and easier to get to than most downtown locations for those that live a bit further out of town. My only word of caution is that the parking lot out back has potholes larger than a small horse, so I’d advise to find yourself a spot on the street. Overall, I’d recommend this bar very highly to those looking for a low key, friendly atmosphere where the drinks are cheap enough to make you reconsider just making them at home.
Attending: Marv, Rawb, Sascha, DDD, The Designated Viking
You feel the warmth and comfort of security as you pull into the parking lot at this West Side establishment. The tall chain link fence eases your mind at the thought of someone tampering with your vehicle while you enjoy a cold beer inside this cerveceria. The lot gives you quite a view of the exterior of Art’s. And while I don’t know who Art is, he has made me quite secure in my efforts to protect my vehicle whilst visiting his establishment. Many people will avoid the West Side like the plague. They rarely venture past the freeway and never get to see the neighborhoods out and about in places like Rose Park, Glendale, Taylorsville or Magna. Their preconceived notions are that there is no where worth the risk of visiting the West Side. It’s demonstrably not true. There is gold out West. Plenty of friendly and warm people waiting to make your acquaintance. I have absolutely no idea if Art’s is one of these places. Due to the now common $10 cover charge, Rawb flew this one solo. I stayed in the car with DDD.
Being ever so brave, and just slightly stupid, I decided to brave this one alone. Chintzy latin dance clubs are soon becoming nothing more than “contractual obligation” stops on our journey of awesomeness. I made it here pretty early in the evening so there wasn’t much of a crowd and the security team outpaced the other attendees. Inside the doors it was littered with a rank and file of plastic folding tables and folding chairs that looked as though they were trucked over from Costco earlier that evening. Taking a seat at the bar there was another gentlemen sitting one stool down hammering his fists on the counter in time with the beat hard enough to shake the entire counter. This was a beer only establishment, and seeing that not a single other patron was drinking anything other than the classic Bud Light I swallowed my pride and ordered one. With the music too loud to strike up a conversation with anyone I quickly finished my “beer” and left with little trace other than one of my DrinkSLC business cards.