10th Street Station

This place...the 10th Street Station...it is dive-bar personification at it's best. I know. From the second I walked in, my eyes tried to lubricate themselves with tears when the ciggie smoke-filled room tried robbing them of their moisture. I remembered that the bar top was sticky from stale beer that was probably wiped down from a dirty wet rag & sat there to dry under sleeved elbows. The placard <a href="http://www.yelp.com/biz_photos/10th-street-station-boise?select=MVUsS23CjvjKfmP0AClWfA#MVUsS23CjvjKfmP0AClWfA">http://www.yelp.com/biz_…</a> behind the bar...thank gawd I remembered to take a picture. Love it.

As small as this joint is, you could loose yourself in here...at the bottom of that Jack bottle would be best. But we're with the wifey's college pals. Right now it's a time to behave & represent. Let them act the fools...nah. I wanna be foolish with them. They're gettin' hammered on beers & shots. Our bartender is keeping a sharp eye, but on point serving us as needed. He keeps "our" party running smoothly throughout the night. Buffoonery ensues for hours.

I know I had to use the men's room at one point or another. I have a bladder the size of peanut. I just don't remember a urinal. Maybe I was in the girl's room. That might explain the ringing in my head & images of women screaming in my ear while positioned over the sink. I'm kidding...I think.

This place, the 10th Street Station...this place is pretty fly. They carried some local IPA's on tap. My Jack 'n Coke(s) was/were solid. More like Jack & a splash. If I didn't live like 900 miles away, was 10 years younger, not married & I wasn't on a temporary self-imposed alchy rehab binge, I'd seriously be here every night grabbing a night cap & some boob from the local flooz.

They put us in a cab in the wee hours. We had some good times in this dive.

I didn't drive. I was responsible. You should be too. I'm deez® & I'm out!

If you like drinking in a basement lined with sports memorabilia and full of heavy drinking characters this is your place.  I like sports.  I like drinks.  I even like characters and some basements but melding all of them together and making an ugly baby called the 10th Street Station doesn't work for me.  

I think the rest of the bars in Boise would have to have burn down to get me to go back here.

I come here for three things:  the stiff mixed drinks (it's $4 for a well mixed drink but I've never wanted more than three in a sitting), the fact that it's one of the only bars in Boise where you can go to talk without yelling, and the popcorn.  How can popcorn from a bag even taste that good?

Other small attributes, such as the sweet Rod Stewart poster near the door to the bathroom and the comfortable rolling leather seats, don't hurt at all.