The Dub Pub

My boyfriend and I like Bonefish, which is in the same strip mall, so we decided to stop into Dub Pub one night after dinner... it was a weekday but we decided to just have a drink and check out the place. First of all....the patio is the sidewalk to the strip mall, with a roof over it. Not exactly a nice patio. Secondly the bar is dark and pretty much a typical sports bar with nothing impressive inside. Skimpily dressed bartenders barely doing their job managed to finally take our drink order. Which was a jack and coke for my bf, and I requested a three olives berry vodka and sprite (they have a three olives drink dispenser). I was told they are out of that flavor... WTF? You have a special machine set up to dispense the vodka and you're out of it? Okay so I went with a different flavor. It was pretty much the weakest drink ever! We hung out for a few and decided to people watch and listen to the music. The people there all seem to be regulars and men. There were maybe 2 other women in the whole bar. As for the music, there was no DJ but from the other reviews I am not sure it would have helped much. We thought maybe since it was a week night that a Friday night would be better.... we went to dinner at bonefish last Friday and stopped by Dub Pub again. We walked in and right back out. It was 10pm and DEAD. No thank you!

I don't mind a strip mall bar now and again, but Dub Pub is nothing special. Maybe it's because I was craving a patio on a gorgeous evening, but everything about Dub Pub made me ready to call it a night.

We chose Dub Pub to end our evening purely based on location. The waitresses are indeed busty, but I wouldn't call them attractive. I'm pretty sure ours had a large boil in the center of her chest. They look like the girls who are in those naked "find the differences" bar games, plus 20 years and as many pounds. But, they were nice (even if I'm not).

I wish I would have been able to see some of the people watching and hilarity others have mentioned. That would have been pretty fun. Instead, there were obnoxious flashing lights on an empty dance floor, mildly amusing mixed music videos. I mean, they had beer there. And tables. I guess that's all we were looking for.

In the end, I'd rather pick up carryout and have my nightcap at home.

Observations from last Saturday night, which will hopefully be my last visit to this establishment:

-DJs yelling out brilliant quips such as "Who out there is horny tonight??!?" and "Who out there is gonna have sex tonight??? *pause* Sorry guys, all of the girls are going home with me!!! Hahahahaha!" (pro tip - if you want girls to go home with you, you should probably actually have a clue how to DJ, or to play some music recorded this century)

-A 60-year-old dude in a ten-gallon cowboy hat on the dance floor dry-humping ladies 40 years his junior, from behind, against their will

-Two middle-aged drunken women in stretch pants making out on the dance floor

-A pleasantly plump young lady licking the side of a dude's face

-Servers who still don't give a shit about actually, you know, serving you. "You need something?" was the standard greeting after I had been standing at the bar waiting for a good 15 minutes. "No, I'm just standing here to stare at your tits that are hanging halfway out of your tank top." (actually, that isn't altogether untrue.)

-Overheard on the way out from a security guard to a young lad who was in the process of being tossed out: "Look, I'm not saying you have to leave, I'm just stating that I think it would be in your best interest to take a little break outside for a while. You just can't call women "cunts". They don't like that."