If Donald Trump ever made his way to The Plaza Tavern there's no way he wouldn't call it a sh*thole. Don't get me wrong, I like a dive bar just as much as anybody else, but I struggled to find any redeeming qualities to make this worth while.
For starters I let the whole "cash only" thing slide since that is quintessential to the dive bar experience or the staff who where on their cell phones the whole time. That's all fine. What's not fine is the value. Dive bars are suppose to be cheap and offer good wholesome food. You aren't supposed to feel ripped off at a dive bar, which is exactly how I felt after leaving.
I was actually looking forward to Plaza Tavern given it's institution status. I rarely carry cash on me, but today I had a crisp ten dollar bill ready to for my plaza burger. I should have kept my cash for the tolls....
The plaza burger was a very anemic burger on a drink coaster of a bun. The "famous" plaza sauce reminded me of spackle mixed with ranch and mayonnaise. Worst off was that the burger ended up costing me 5.25 not including tip. Somehow this donkey sauce knockoff is suppose to be worth a 50 cent up charge. Fine, you're not here for plaza sauce you're at a dive bar to get effed up right. The pints were 3 bucks, hardley a unique deal given what a dump this place was.
Do yourself a favor. If you want a dive bar experience you'd be better off sitting in your office storage closet with bag of culver's and a six pack of spotted cow....