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Imagine your zany uncle wanting to convert the basement into a bar and your aunt letting him. The result would probably be a lot like the Do Drop Inn. With its wood paneling, drop ceiling, and low fluorescent lighting, this Sunnyslope watering hole has been a neighborhood necessity for years. It's an odd place, featuring a curious collection of libations (everything from Oskar Blues Old Chub to Alaskan White Ale and single servings of Sutter Home), along with cheap cigarettes (Grand Prix and Cheyenne) and microwave snacks (such as chicken nuggets and jumbo honey buns in plastic wrapping). The Do Drop doesn't make apologies for that -- or so suggests the "No Sniveling" sign above the bar. The locals may take a while to warm up to you, and the tough-but-tender barkeep's quick to give a newcomer some words for not closing the front door, but once you've paid your dues, do drop in again, won't you?
How has no respectable dive bombing yelper reviewed this joint? What's next, you going to tell me you never saw the movie "Barfly" either? Required viewing, if you can find it anywhere as Mickey Rourke really puts his stink on this role. Smellflix it if you can. Popped in here early on a Friday afternoon as I was in the area for an event and had some time to kill. Cold cheap no frills beer, not as scary as you might think. Could be different at night, single ladies bring your mace. Sure there were a couple of tweakers loitering near the back door as I parked the car. Okay, there were possibly a couple on the inside as well. They get thirsty and have the right to park it on a tattered stool and wet their whistle don't they? I did get the stink eye when I approached the juke, but as usual I had a plan. Because it was the man in black's birthday I popped some dough in and played some Johnny Cash. While sitting back enjoying an icy cold Dos Equis with disapproving eyes darting my way I waited for my tunes to commence. Ring of Fire began to play, and the icy stares thawed a bit. Next up JC started crooning Folsum Prison Blues, which set the flys in motion. Some were even shaking a knee and bobbing their heads. Okay, they were doing that before the music started, but I interpreted it as mass approval. Lost a bit of ground when my trilogy of JC completed with his cover of Personal Jesus, but I had to slip them a curve to see if they were really paying attention. They were. There was a battered pool table tucked in a nook up front, darts and I am almost certain there is a dice box behind the bar.Hell they even sell some form of toaster oven baked food, not far from the cigarettes. Bathroom was well lit, which is not good for dive bar men's rooms. They don't make ass gaskets thick enough to do anything but rope it from a distance, so for pissing only... or for your vending needs. (see photo) Just remember it is not intended to replace the real thing. They have a party room! I don't think you want to have a party here, but they do have one. Tully: Do you need a drink? Henry: Yeah, like a spider needs a fly
With a glowing vintage "Cocktails" sign illuminating the night, Do Drop Inn makes no bones about being the kind of place you go with one thing in mind: hammering a few drinks. The wood-paneled walls of this Sunnyslope standby make the place feel like a rec room straight out of the '70s, but it's hard to imagine an arts-and-crafts nook this dark and beer-soaked. Some websites have the place listed as a "questionable drinking establishment," but don't let that scare you off. The no-bull vibe... More »
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