Vanessa B.
Yelp
Holy crap, this place ROCKS! While back in town for a few days, I went out with a good friend of mine from high school. We were enjoying good conversation and some fruity cocktails when I mentioned my love of karaoke. The bartender suggested Joe & Stan's as the closest option, but warned that we might not fit in. His actual words were, "You might hear the sound of a record scratching when you walk in". I was up for it, my friend was game, so off we headed.
As we pull up, I say, "Hey look, they have hookers!", and sure enough, there were two girls in pink tights, short skirts and ratted hair being groped by the front door. We forged our way through the miasma of cigarette smoke and entered the mad Wonderland that is Joe & Stan's.
The massive sign on the wall advertising a nightly "meat raffle" was the first checkmark on the list of requirements for a surreal night out. (This appears to be some sort of Midwestern thing, don't ask) The Hell's Angels crowding the bar, 8 natural teeth between them was the second. One of the patrons was a dead ringer for 'Sloth' Fratelli from The Goonies. At one point, the middle-aged DJ pulled up her miniskirt to show a friend her new ass tattoo. It was lovely.
The crowd is crude, loud and obnoxious (but very welcoming), the karaoke sucks, the drinks were cheap & toxic and I wouldn't eat here if you paid me, but for pure, unadulterated people-watching, there is no place better than Joe & Stan's. Cheers!