I don't know if a party vibe fills this place nights or weekends. But I've been here just after lunch on a Wednesday afternoon in January, and I can tell you it's a profoundly depressing place.
It is filled with alcoholic old men who are either homeless or will be next week. Smelly, dirty men swilling down cheap beer and drinks, sexually harassing the busty, broken, heavily-tattooed, and WELL past her sell-date barkeep, April, who clearly needs her job.
We sometimes romanticize places like this, say that they're cute "dives". Not this one, not that day. The Huntridge Tavern is not a party. It's a warning.