Where to start with this "gem" of a dive bar.
Parking: This can be a risky situation depending on the level of love you have for your vehicle of choice, which I have none. There is no parking lot per se. There is a small lot adjacent to the music venue next door. Other than that, you are on your own on either Grand Ave or whatever the closest side street is. On said side street appears to be some sort of mechanic/junkyard/chop shop. So if your car goes missing after being at the Bikini, look there first.
The scene: I don't recall there being any windows in this fine establishment. This always leads me to the conclusion that they don't want people to see the inside until they are already in. The booths feel like they may fall apart at any second while you are sitting on them. The cushioning is nonexistent in them. Probably wore out some time during the Carter administration. They do have a pool table, but I am not sure there were any balls or sticks. So do the math. Oh yeah, just check out the ceiling when you go and ask yourself if it is up to code or not.
The bartenders: On the particular night I was there, the two female bartenders may or may not have had a full set of teeth between them. They both appeared to be in their early to late sixties and one or both may have done some hard time.
With all of that being said. The beer is cheap. I have turned down my nose to Budweiser for a while now, but enjoyed a mini-pitcher of it recently. I mean $3 for a pitcher really can't be beat. If a friend should drag you here, go, if just for the experience and the street cred you will garner for saying you went to the Bikini Lounge one night... And survived!