Bullets has by far the best people watching of any other bar around. Â You never know what you're gonna get when you walk in...a lady of the night, middle-aged ex-male stripper, an elderly couple making out, a pimp, or some dude addicted to whip-its. Â The drinks are cheap and strong (and btw, come in 2 sizes), the regulars are friendly, and the bartenders are attentive. Â I have never left this place disappointed and generally walk out with some great stories.
Review Source:I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW HIGHLY REVIEWED THIS PLACE IS. Â I don't mind dive bars, but this is more like someone's picnic table with a bar built around it.
Beers are served out of a little cooler on the floor. Â I ordered a rum and coke and the coke came out of a 2-liter bottle. Â The place is cramped and doesn't smell particularly good. Â And the few people aren't especially friendly. Â The older-lady bartender was okay.
You _may_ have an okay time if you bring friends that know how to make something out of nothing cause this place is one big nothing.
Pure joy.
After spending my "it's five o'clock somewhere" drinks at Joe Sent me I was in the mood for a dive bar. Â My friend, a local Waltham Townie, warned me that this truly is a dive. Â I said it better live up to my high expectations.
Amazing. Â They have some pretty fun Karaoke there, old school set up and perfect. Â The bartenders are what you would expect, they look at you really weird when you go in there. Â My friend ordered a glass of wine and the bartender plopped a glass in front of her and splashed it all over filling it to the very top. Â AWESOME.
Best dive in Waltham.
If bars were rockstars, this place would be Donald Fagen. Â Donald Fagen doesn't care who you are, and Donald Fagen doesn't want you around if you're not interested in Donald Fagen. In fact, Donald Fagen doesn't give a shit if you ARE Â interested in Donald Fagen. Â Donald Fagen is gonna do what Donald Fagen is gonna do, and if you're lucky, Donald Fagen might let you tag along.
Then again, Donald Fagen might just tell you to go suck eggs.
We walked into Bullets Bar & Grill after having left the dreadful insect cave a few doors down. Â My buddy had just moved to Waltham, and we were on a quest to find a new local for him. Â We hoped against hope for a shitty dive behind the unlabeled door...
...and from the moment that door opened, we were not disappointed. Â Upon entering, our gazes were met by that of the iron-haired lady bartender, whose expression bespoke no ambiguity: "What are you two shitbirds doing in here?" it said.
But we braved this look and sat down nonetheless.  After expressing her disbelief at our status as patrons, the affable bar matron chatted us up affably. Turns out that Bullets has been here for a long time. They don't have Keno anymore, and they stopped doing  Karaoke on Saturdays; both of those things have reduced their patronage significantly. On the Saturday night we found ourselves here, the only people sharing our company besides our loquacious tavern mistress were three elderly gentlemen whose livers had doubtless long since seen better days, and indeed, perhaps some degree of functionality.
(see photos above) The mixers available to the intrepid mixologist at Bullets consist of the tired-looking 2-liter bottles of soda lined up amidst the liquor bottles. Stacked peacefully to the immediate right of the collapsing plastic containers of soda sit two inexplicable piles of tokens, which on further examination turn out to be the little things you buy if you want to buy someone else a drink. Â I thought they were sobriety tokens.
Bottom line: Bullets Bar & Grill (heavy on the "bar", light-to-complete-falsehood on the "grill") supplies you with all your Waltham, Massachusetts dive-ass bar needs. With aplomb.