Old Man Bars

xaly said:

Those, and those cigarettes that are actually like little cigars that have a filter on them. The ones that make you hack yourself to death when you smoke them. If you've ever smoked them, then you know that I'm talking about. I think they are called Winchesters or something like that.

theaceface said:
These are my favorite kind of places too. Not as frequent around LA as I would like.

Mocha said:
sounds like all the places i frequent. my favorite has cans of Schlitz for $1.50. we should hang out, cash.

Paisley said:

Ideally with Lucky Strikes.

adam_vincent said:
Clooney's in San Francisco. Open at six A.M. everyday.

MrGinger said:

I've been there at 6am. It was a weird morning.

adam_vincent said:

I was there for superbowl sunday and thistle and I were the only ones under the age of 50. It was great. I got hit on by a 67 year old woman with a walker.

Roethke said:
They absolutely will not have their own website.

Ascanius said:
That fake stone siding is a dead giveaway.^^

5 star rating
6/7/2006

My favorite, favorite bar in Philly. I had to be "initiated" by a friend cause I couldn't find this place cause there's no signage outside. The jukebox is top notch and I always find myself playing the Descendents and the Misfits for nostalgic reasons.

The bartenders are great. One time, the bartender that every girl has a crush on knocked over the beer I was about to buy from him. He got me a new one, didn't charge me, said it was "one of those nights" and poured us both shots of whiskey on the house.

Getting the backroom is clutch cause you can make fun of the people who are going/waiting for the can, plus you can get sucked into the couch cushions and play table-top Ms. Pac-Man.

The clientele mostly is not pretentious or it's the pretentious people trying to "slum it" but most everyone there doesn't give a shit about you or anyone else.

One time when I was there, these two older guys started talking the the group of friends I was with. The one with the neck tats was singled me out and took me in the other room, while unbeknownst to me my friends had offered the other guy $20 to take out his glass eye. Apparently, he took it out, grabbed the twenty, and ripped it in half and ate it. The twenty, not his eye. THAT would have been weird.

5 star rating
3/4/2008

So Ministry is no more.

First time I went here, my buddies and I were looking to tie one on before seeing Mr. Show live at the Electric Factory.

Once we finally found this dive with no signage, we walked in and sat ourselves down at the bar in front a fellow who could have easily passed for the 4th member of ZZ Top.

"Hey, I like your stickers," I exclaimed, after scanning the bar walls for anti-Bush hilarity.

"Thanks," the bartender said, cleaning out a mug with a rag. "If you promise to bring some of your own stickers in next time, I'll get the first round."

Well, that's just an offer no Bush-hating liberal such as myself could turn down. I asked him what he recommended to wet my whistle.

"Knob Creek," the lumberjackesque fellow replied. He then proceeded to pour shots for me, my friends, and himself. 2 hours and 10 shots later, we were out the door and off to the show.

I remember being so drunk I couldn't mentality process any of the sketch comedy that night but it was okay cause I had found a new watering hole.

So Ministry is no more. Then why write a review for it? Because sometimes a bar is more than a bar.

RIP