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| - Considering the lack of dive bars left in downtown Phoenix, the Bikini gets 5 stars, otherwise it would get 4.
We started going there about 6 years ago when we lived in the FQ Story district. We love dive bars, and the best time to go is during the week or on a Sunday afternoon if you really want to get a feel for the typical clientele. I love the wackiness of this place and believe it or not, they have cleaned up the place a bit.
This was the very first bar that anyone ever bought us a drink for no reason. The owner was hanging out with her CSI buddies and her boyfriend brought us over two beers. In Buffalo, regulars and bartenders often buy drinks for other clientele, but we had not yet experienced this in Phoenix. This man renewed our faith in bar etiquette.
More recently, we spent NYE here and even though I was the designated driver, I had a great time. We walked in and before my cohort could decide what they wanted to drink, we noticed that a gentleman had left his dentures in his hat on the bar while he was about 10 feet away playing video crack. Where else does this happen but the Bikini?
Later, my husband was outside smoking and some guy with no shoes came up to him to ask "Are you down for whatever?" Again, where else would this happen?
And, we managed to entertain ourselves throughout the night by sending boys into the restroom to purchase postage stamp sized porn from the porn and wierd condom machine. Hilarious. Then the bar owner started handing out fringed squakers, hats and noise makers at about 11, which meant that for an hour people were making tons of noise. I had a blast.
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