Seattle's Greatest Dive Bar?
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That dude never grew up camping. Was the first time he ever took a "non indoor" plumbing #2 in his (post diapers) life. We still make fun of the guy to this day.
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Just celebrated 12 years with the beard down in Seattle a couple of weekends ago. Waited for a restaurant table at what I thought was a pretty bitchin' dive bar. Was pleased to see the Pacific Inn was on this list.
I can probably top all cummers' bar shit horror stories, though: Thirsty Thursday is the big drinking day here--or used to be in ancient times when I was young and bar-hopping, and the migration was very predictable, as everyone would start the night at a local dive bar for $2 pitchers, then everyone would wander over to the local meat market/dance club for fifty-cent wells. The first and last Thirsty Thursday of every school quarter was always the craziest, as every person in their early twenties in town would all try piling into a single tiny bar. The line to get in would wrap around the block, the line to get to the bar and get a pitcher looked more like a mosh pit, and the bar would immediately run out of pitchers, leading to an "every man for himself" steal-a-dirty-pitcher-and-get-it-filled scenario.
What was also long was the line to the men's room, which was not only the filthiest bathroom I've seen in my life to this day, but featured only a small trough to the left and a sink and shitter to the right. There was no stall for the toilet, just a tiny divider wall between sink and toilet. The door to the bathroom... did not exist, so if you had to take a shit, everybody in that corner of the bar could pretty much see you doing it. And I had to take a shit suddenly. If I left for greener pastures, my night was over, as no way would I make it through the long-ass line to get back in again. So I made my way through the bathroom line and rounded the divider to the shitter.
Whole time I was blowing ass, dudes are rocking up and pissing in the sink right next to me while laughing at my predicament. I'm hearing people from well into the bar saying, "Holy fuck, somebody's actually taking a shit in there!" And afterward, I had to make the walk of shame past the bathroom line, with guys literally pointing and laughing.
/csb
I can probably top all cummers' bar shit horror stories, though: Thirsty Thursday is the big drinking day here--or used to be in ancient times when I was young and bar-hopping, and the migration was very predictable, as everyone would start the night at a local dive bar for $2 pitchers, then everyone would wander over to the local meat market/dance club for fifty-cent wells. The first and last Thirsty Thursday of every school quarter was always the craziest, as every person in their early twenties in town would all try piling into a single tiny bar. The line to get in would wrap around the block, the line to get to the bar and get a pitcher looked more like a mosh pit, and the bar would immediately run out of pitchers, leading to an "every man for himself" steal-a-dirty-pitcher-and-get-it-filled scenario.
What was also long was the line to the men's room, which was not only the filthiest bathroom I've seen in my life to this day, but featured only a small trough to the left and a sink and shitter to the right. There was no stall for the toilet, just a tiny divider wall between sink and toilet. The door to the bathroom... did not exist, so if you had to take a shit, everybody in that corner of the bar could pretty much see you doing it. And I had to take a shit suddenly. If I left for greener pastures, my night was over, as no way would I make it through the long-ass line to get back in again. So I made my way through the bathroom line and rounded the divider to the shitter.
Whole time I was blowing ass, dudes are rocking up and pissing in the sink right next to me while laughing at my predicament. I'm hearing people from well into the bar saying, "Holy fuck, somebody's actually taking a shit in there!" And afterward, I had to make the walk of shame past the bathroom line, with guys literally pointing and laughing.
/csb
Shitty bathroom there at the PI. But the fish and chips are the best in Seattle.
I’m very much a West Seattle guy so all my choices are West Seattle centric.
The Alki Tavern might’ve been my favorite all tim dive bar.
Pogies is somehow still in business despite massive gentrification in the junction.
I always The 5 Point was quite the dive bar.
And lastly, there’s a place called BeeZees in the Burien/Des Moines/Seatac area.
The Alki Tavern might’ve been my favorite all tim dive bar.
Pogies is somehow still in business despite massive gentrification in the junction.
I always The 5 Point was quite the dive bar.
And lastly, there’s a place called BeeZees in the Burien/Des Moines/Seatac area.
@huskyhooligan???!!!??
West Seattle is basically like a trip to Tacoma for me. I hardly ever went there.
TurdBomber
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So you see what I mean by "provincial?"
Take heart that you're not alone. Many in Seattle don't know shit about what exists beyond their pod.
Columbia and Hillman Cities say "Hi." South Park and Allentown say "Hola!"
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I rarely go east of downtown White Wakanda. Just a bunch of juniper and pours that hate Cali fags and Seattle Diaspora.
P.S. I’ve drunk many pints at the Columbia City Alehouse despite being a provincial
TurdBomber
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One thing I like about West Seattle is how Tacoma-like it is. No nonsense, hard drinkers, lots of pickup trucks and self-employed types. Slowly but surely getting pushed out and priced out by the skinny jean & fat girlfriend crowd, but still blue collar enough to relax and breathe.
Plus White Center and Georgetown bars are close by when I need that Fremont-in-the-90's feeling.
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I like Lenny’s. Owned my first house just down the street.
Natives refer to it as the Norf end
Some rise, to the occasion, some don't.
I haven’t been to West Seattle since 2019 but I feel like the blue collar crowd isn’t there anymore except in a few locations.
That's too bad, the place could be a lot of fun, especially throwing darts after a few beers. When I was at UW, it was a regular post exam decompression tank for me and a number of my buddies. Threw a few back with some of my professors there as well. Still remember some interesting brews from there, Felinfoel being one I haven't had since.
I’ve only been there a few times. Most recently with @"Laocoön" . Pretty decent spot but we just never seemed to gravitate there in college.
first time I met dave samek was there in 1997
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TurdBomber
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A lot of blue collar has given way to the inked up and pierced crowds. Black Dickies have replaced blue jeans in lots of places, too. But some of those black-pantsed guys and gals are plumbers, mechanics and carpenters, so the tradesmen and women are still here.
But the IT dorks have ruined a lot of places with their faggotry and ridiculous demand for yet another IPA, in bars that already served 20 of them. I don't understand the milquetoast crowd that consumes that shit, but to each their own, I guess.
