Marc A.
Yelp
My friend said, "I know this place called Grumpy's." I said, "Let's go there, I've never been."
We snaked our way in through the mid to late 30s crowd and sat down at the bar. Almost immediately, some horrid creature of a woman grabbed my friend's shoulder and yelled at us to fuck off for no reason. We laughed. Then we ordered a couple of rounds.
It was dark as hell in there. The atmosphere reminded me a little of that of the Mos Eisley Cantina from Star Wars. The bartender was friendly and charismatic, some of the other patrons were friendly as well, but still, a lot of the patrons were also creeps. Me and my friend are in our mid to late 20s and we were clearly the youngest people in there. More than once some old witch from an old tree would barge into us and then tell us something inappropriate, which we partially enjoyed. Some of our neighbours at the bar were a couple of lone sad sacks consistently whispering, "Another beer, another shot, another beer, another shot," to the bartender. There was a live band playing some interesting music, which progressively got louder and louder over the course of their set so that it became exponentially more difficult to communicate with my friend. I noticed that nearly 90% of the clientele were standing and chatting. It was pretty crowded and I was glad I had a seat. A seat at the bar was prime real estate and the moment my friend went to the bathroom a horde of people asked me if they could sit at his seat. I indicated that his coat was there and shook my head with delight. Because I am a jerk. A round for two gentlemen cost approximately $11 if I recall correctly, so it didn't necessarily break the bank (especially not for some pints of local St-Ambroise), but it wasn't incredibly cheap either.
Anyway, the Mos Eisley Cantina isn't the greatest place on earth but it ain't bad either. I'll probably make a friendly trip there on occasion (to the chagrin of their more elderly customers).