Rhiannon H.
Yelp
This is the weirdest bar I've ever been to, and I don't mean that in a good way.
At first, the Hideaway looked promising, with a neon sign directing us down a narrow alley to the establishment. When we opened the door on a breezy Friday evening, we were greeted by blaring music, bright lighting, the scent of a poorly-cleaned toilet, and the stares of the strangest mix of bar clientele I have ever seen. Not quick to judge, we headed to the bar to grab a drink before snagging a spot to wait for the rest of our group.
Although we easily found empty seats, it took way longer than it should have for the bartender to serve us. On the plus side, that gave us plenty of time to peruse their somewhat lackluster whiskey selection (though given the dive bar vibe this place is going for, I can't fault them too much for that - and they did have Blue Moon on tap in addition to the usual Miller Lite/Yuengling etc.). Unfortunately, it also gave this guy plenty of time to interrupt our conversation and shower us with creepy compliments - I mean, not the worst thing that can happen to a couple of lesbians at a bar, but c'mon dude. It certainly didn't improve our experience.
When the bartender finally gave us our drinks - which he didn't seem interested in having us pay for - we headed outside to escape the music (Linkin Park at that point?) and the stench. The patio area was pretty full, but we managed to find a spot to stand and drink our beers. Not for long though: the patio was soon overflowing with a) people yelling, b) people way too drunk for 8:45pm, and c) people yelling who were way too drunk for 8:45pm. Realizing this would probably not be a good spot to hang out and chat with friends, we left without finishing our drinks and headed back to Highland to advise them that we would be better off at pretty much anywhere else.
I can say a couple good things about this place - no drunk college kids, and definitely no pretentious attitudes. But this isn't really a dive bar either... yeah it smells and the bartender has a terrible attitude, but it lacks the charm that separates the dive bars from the not-very-good-bars.