Wanted to watch the Green Bay game and decided to go out instead of staying home. Â Should have stayed home. Â It's a dive bar at best with marginal prices for beer and the bartender was very nice. Â That is the only reason it got 2 stars was because of Angie she was sweet and accommodating. Â Patrons were unfriendly and rude so a trip back will not be on our list. Â If Angie works some other bar we would definitely follow her. Â Plus this place had a odor or maybe it was mildew I don't know but it wasn't pleasant.
Review Source:This place is probably not the safest location to kick back a tall one. I came in here once, due to my friend's incessant need to check it out, and I felt like the patrons were ready to throw a chair at my collarbone for simply existing outside of their social circle.
Women walk around with bare feet, floating across the bar in a haze of incoherency. Drunk men grumble unapologetically to themselves. Perverts stare at younger girls, checking them out with the uneasy gaze of the Cheshire Cat. And the pool table looks like it was constructed by a freshman woodshop class. The elements here look primed for a brawl.
Because everyone looked unkempt, unsavory, and morally unreliable, I decided to play some music on the jukebox to distract myself from this creature cantina. I flipped a coin into the machine, chose "Ramblin' Man" by The Allman Brothers, and, as soon as the first note wafted into the air, the entire demeanor of the unruly crowd shifted; everyone was now jovial and howling with glee.
Everyone became nice to me, like I had passed a southern code of ethics test, and now was accepted into this marred fraternity of back ally bullies.
In the end, I realized that if you're a woman, you should definitely pass this place up. If you're a male, under the age of 40, and understand basic social interactions, you, too, should avoid this destination.
For further evidence, I quote U-T's staff writer, Tony Manolatos, which details a crime that was committed, several months after I attended the bar, that further cemented my theory about the lounge's inhabitants.
"The first of three brutal attacks occurred at a roadside bar called Don's Cocktail Lounge off the Highway 8 business route.
A white man with a swastika tattooed on his chest sucker-punched a black man who had stepped outside to have a cigarette. The victim, who suffered severe brain damage, can barely speak now...."
The piece goes on, elaborating more about this heinous crime.
"[The victim] was standing just outside the bar with another patron when Timothy Caban walked toward him, ripped off his T-shirt and threw a vicious uppercut, Vest said. The man's head snapped back and slammed into the pavement."
Wow! Keep the good times rolling, Don's Cocktail Lounge! Fortunately for me and my friend, we realized that this was not our crowd the first time around. Thanks anyway!