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| - Well first of all, what everyone has told me about this place and what I have read is basically true. This is a great little hideaway and the jukebox is prime for punks and psycho/rockabilly lovers.
The drinks were dirt cheap and wonderful. I was imbibing in buck-fifty cans of ice cold PBR and sipping Makers Mark for 2 hrs and my bill was under 15 dollars. Ding!
(*they also have Old Style for you Midwestern transplants to make love to!)
The bartender was really laid back and cool, a total sweetie, very accommodating. I was here in the Early afternoon after a seriously intense business meeting, still dressed in AZ business-casual attire, not cool and hip in a punk tee. No hipsters were yet installed in place on the stools around me. Just five or six laid-back barflies (who I might add were very nice and quite funny as well.) No problems whatsoever.
Until...
Music-Snob-Boy came in with his Robert Smith day -off haircut and enough evil-geek attitude to drive me out. Basically forcing me, Mr. Easygoing himself to tell the fucker to "fuck off" and get up and leave.
The fucker kept trying to fight with me about The Pixies... and there is really nothing bad to say about the Pixies... ever. But this turd cat would not let up, ruining my entire Rogue West experience and almost forcing me to come to blows. The little shithead was quaking in his neon green Chuck Taylors by the time I finally left. (I really did try hard to ignore him, but he followed me around the bar...)
Anyway...
A great dark hole. I loathe strip malls but I guess I need to get use to them, because everything out here is in one. Although once in the interior of the Rogue It felt like I was in more of a NYC basement bar, with dark smoke-stained paneling and minimal but tasteful lighting.
Quite a nice escape.
Highly recommended for an afternoon vampire recharge.
Just watch out for music-snob-turd-cat-in-the-neon-green-Chuck-Taylors who is 36, still works in the record store and probably is still holed up in his Mama's basement.
(I wanna slay him! Verbally, non-violently... heh! You would have too!)
Live long and prosper. \m/
*This would be a 4.5 (maybe even a 5) star review if it wasn't for my experience with Pixie-hating Turd Boy.
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