Cock Eyed Seagull

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  It's a fun, kitschy place with friendly staff and decent prices.  They do have live bands on the weekends and occasionally during the week so fun times can be had.  I've truthfully never been other than Mondays and Saturdays but I've never left unhappy.  They have a big patio for smokers.
  
  I've also never been screwed over on my tab, which is important in the grand scheme of scheming bartenders.
  
  This place has never done me wrong.

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  Posted on 12.14.10 Angela C.

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  It's definitely a dive bar, when we went it was a lot of older people. Decent place but it wouldn't be my first choice... or second... :)

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  Posted on 02.13.10 Jennifer N.

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  It's a dive bar Danielle S.  Seriously what did you expect?  Champagne and hors d'oeuvres?
  
  I've lived in the area for 1 1/2 years but just recently found out that there wasn't really a damn bank here but a bar.  Unbelievable.... I need to get out more.
  
  All the bartenders here will know your name by your second repeat visit.  The prices are good, drinks are lit, and as long as you don't piss your bartender off then your glass will never be empty.
  
  If you're a shower nightingale looking to break out with some Survivor or Bon Jovi then they have Karaoke starting at 8pm on Sunday and Wednesday nights.  
  
  When you're there say "hi" to April, Courtney, Todd, Doc, Mark, Amanda, and/or Brandy!

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  Posted on 04.26.09 Dave E.

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  I did not come here willingly.  I just want to make that a matter of record.  I'll be the first to admit I'm a spoiled inner loop snob and I came here as part of a birthday party for a friend.  He and his wife are living out here since he works at NASA (incidentally, they're also moving ITL as soon as their lease is up), so they thought they'd introduce us to the high life, Webster style.  It turned out to be exactly as exciting as it sounds.
  
  The place is in a nondescript strip center a little ways down from Scout Bar, so parking is a total bitch when there's a show going on.  The decor is your typical kitchy nautical theme--big plastic sharks on the walls and all that.  There was a cover band playing--all dressed in their hippie best, complete with hippie groupies--when we got in the door.  One woman was absolutely WORKING her tambourine--a little too hard, to be honest.  Everyone up on stage was so old I was afraid she might bust a disk or something.  Despite the fact that it was 11:30 on a Saturday night, it was nearly dead, though the small but enthusiastic crowd, likely made up of spouses, was trying to make up for that fact.  Our party outnumbered extant patrons when we walked in.
  
  I'd also like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for the Houston smoking ban.  Though I'm an occasional smoker, I've forgotten how entirely offensive cigarettes are indoors, since it's not just active smoke you have to worrry about, but layer upon compounded layer of stale stench.  The only refuge is a patio / deck area that's honestly pretty large, but is meagerly scattered with broken tables and chairs that are the cheap plastic kind you find at Wal-Mart.  I thought since we were out in the 'burbs prices would be less--I mean, hey, if I'm gonna be out here I might as well drown my sorrows for cheap--but nearly $4 for bottled beer seemed excessive.
  
  The bathroom was one of the most horrifying experiences I'd had in recent memory.  There were wet rags laying around on the counter near the sinks for no reason whatsoever, and paper towels scattered everywhere.  I'm surprised I haven't been struck down by ebola or whatever was hiding in that filthy place.  It looked like it hadn't seen a mop in weeks.  It was also the site of a random girl trying to pick a fight with two of my friends, which, thanks to Yelp, I now recognize as one of the bartenders.  Yay!
  
  There was also an announcement made that there'd be a dildo party on Thursday (what does that even MEAN?  I didn't dare to ask if it was BYOD or what).  A little cock for the Cock-Eyed Seagull?  Yelpers, heads up!  Or not...
  
  This place pretty much encompasses every reason I hate suburbia.  Sorry, OTL'ers.  I've since retreated with my tail between my legs to my fortress of smug-i-tude.  Don't mind me.

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  Posted on 11.17.08 Danielle S.

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