Joi B.
Yelp
According to the signage, Bud Rip's has been around since 1960, but what does a year matter when a place is this timeless.
It's Your Neighborhood Bar. You feel like you've been here before countless times, yet know that really, it's only your first time. The moment you cross the threshold but you feel immediately at home and compelled to stay. It may be filled at 10pm with people still there from happy hour. There's no scene. No cool DJ. No craft cocktail list. No taps for that matter, but who cares? The hipsters haven't yet besmirched it with their lousy irony and it's not a faux dive or, for that matter, a real dive. It is just what it is and that's a comfortable, friendly place with a loooong-ass gorgeous old bar for you to sit your ass at, pressed tin surrounding you as well as people having a good time, whether in groups or sitting there alone and chatting with the jovial bartender. I don't even mind the TVs.
At one point, we engaged our friendly proprietor in a discussion about the history of the space and the bar, after he determined that I had lost in a competitive game of rock, paper, scissors (I really suck at games. Sue me). He produced an old newspaper article with a photo of the structure across the street and a story... uh I was deep into my cups by then and shamefully admit that I don't recall what that was about but I remember him saying before this bar was Bud Rips in 1960, it was also a bar/pub in the earlier half of the century *and* the bar itself is about 100 years old.
That's what I'm talking about.
I dig Bud Rip's. I dig it really hard.