"Just over the Seattle city limits into Shoreline, Darrell’s is where your parents went to pound cheap beers and smoke weed in college. Very little has apparently changed here since it opened in 1967, aside from the tap list, now loaded up with microbrows. Otherwise, time has stood still at this highway honky-tonk, with its carpeted walls, vintage beer signs, Eames chairs, and velvet paintings of topless ladies (plus an Elvis, for good measure). There’s also a big horseshoe-shaped bar, a few pool tables, and a nice roomy parking lot. Roll up on a weekend, and there’ll probably be an indie rock band on the be-tinseled stage. A precious jewel in Seattle’s glittering dive bar crown — don’t miss it." - Meg van Huygen
