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| - You know that crazy friend you have that you always wind up almost dead after you hang out with? They're super fun but you know it's probably not in your health's best interest? That, boys and girls, is the Hidden House.
I love finding bars where you cause so much ruckus that you swear they're about to kick you out at any moment, but for some insane reason, they let you stay.
A bunch of Yelpers and I visited this little dive bar gem on a random Thursday night. I immediately felt bad for the rest of the unsuspecting patrons (all 6 of them) who had no idea what they were in store for.
Any time you have a kick ass juke box, INSANELY cheap beer (like cheaper that Bikini Lounge cheap,) pool tables, and filthy bathrooms, things are bound to get ugly. And by ugly I mean 7 people headbanging, singing and dancing at the top of their lungs when no one else is, playing air guitar with pool cues, and rickrolling the bar an unmatched 4 times. And still, they let us stay...a beautiful thing.
By the end of the night, Heather, the wonderful bartender actually seemed amused by our antics, as did the clientele, who I was pretty sure were planning to murder us all come Ric Astley song #2...
Basically, great dive, great service, place I could go straight from the gym and not feel even a little bit bad about it, and I like that. Couple in the fact that I can walk home from there and was drunk for $8, I'm pretty much in heaven.
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