Once upon a time, this used to be the place to meet up in the Arena. Not stay, but meet up...grab your first couple of rounds then migrate.
Now it's the place to run from.
Unless you love the smell of cherry bombs, then you'll def want to swing by. It's almost as if they purchased some custom cherry bomb scent and spray it every night before it gets busy.
The bottoms of your shoes will get sticky.. .you'll feel like you've worked out for hours but when you check, you're actually not sweaty it's just the warm musk surrounding you uncomfortably.
I want to like this place, cause I grew to love a few of the bartenders. But truth be told I do my best to avoid this place.
I'd still go here before Brothers though. That's for sure.
It's a bar in the Arena District. Yes, it's loud. Yes, it's packed. Yes, there are bros there. Yes, the girls are scantily dressed. What the fuck did you expect? If you want a nice private evening out -- DON'T GO TO FUCKING ARENA DISTRICT. Stay in Pickerington or Hilliard if you want that shit. Gaswerks, Brothers, and the surrounding clubs are all PARTY BARS. You go here to get shitty, dance, and drink a whole lot for not much money. It's no fault of the bar to be rated one star, when obviously its target audience is people that enjoy doing all of those things.
That being said, yes, it's a trashy bar filled with "campus people," but I'm not above having a good time outside of the comfort zone of Short North that apparently a lot of people have. Stop taking yourself so serious and try to enjoy places like this once in a while. It won't hurt, I promise.
Okay so I had been in Gaswerks before but the Park Street Festival was going on and we all decide to go in for a beer. My friend and I walked in and a uber rude bouncer tells my bf to tuck in his chain. Huh? Please note he was wearing a 1/2 inch if that S on his neck. They began to tell him it was excessive. Walk in walk out! We are not teeny bopper college kids who looking for trouble but it seems like Gaswerks is looking to keep a certain group of people out no matter what. Racial profiling is not just limited to the cops. Work on better judgment of excess and how three hard worker never been so much arrested middle class individuals are different from club vagrants!
Review Source:Ive been here on nights where theres no one and you can get some cheap bud light and play pool and I have been here on nights where its crowded and most everyone seems to be in a good mood.
I will say its better on the weekends by far and having two bars to choose from makes getting a drink easier.
The music is descent and not so loud you cant have a conversation.
A huge issue I have is the floors on the weekend are super wet with what I am not sure but makes for a sketchy situation in heels or if your drunk.
Good outside patio
I recently went to gas Werks again after not being there for a while due to moving away from Columbus. Before I left I went into gas Werks and the atmosphere was fun but not for me yet. Since I have been back however I have been into gas Werks many times and plan on going back! They have awesome specials on Thursday and seem have become the place to be at midnight on Thursday! The staff all seem to have a lot of fun while they work and are fast and friendly while they help get you a drink. I also got wind that they are now open for Sunday fundays and have the same specials as Thursday so come this Sunday I know where I'll be with my friends!
Review Source:Please. Please. Answer me the following: 1. Where can you buy mini-bombs (jager, cherry, grape, or passion fruit) for $1 a pop? You can buy literally one single shot, or buy them by the dozens. 2. Where can you go in the AD and hear such a great mix of music without having to pay a cover? 3. Where can you see people fall off their bar stool then stand up and make out with a random? The answer is nowhere. Gaswerks is the epitome of going out and getting s***housed. Yeah, there are tons of juiced up meat heads---sorry for getting huge. Yes, there are girls that dress like hookers and shake their ass---sorry for being better looking than you. Gaswerks is by far the best bar downtown. Sure, your feet stick to the floor and you get a rush from inhaling all the Red Bull fumes, so what, sorry for partying. And yes, never wear flip flops into the mens room because the floor is 2inches deep in yellow pee. So sorry. But guess what, you will have a BLAST if you let yourself. Seriously, if you are looking for a glass of wine and intelligent conversation, go to Haiku. Otherwise, stop being so lame and cum party.
Review Source:I sincerely wish I had a trust fund so that I could buy this life suck and convert it into a bowling alley w/ a bar. It's the perfect sized space for such a place along with a great location. On their signage they have umlauts over the "e" to make it sound German, but anyone with an ounce of German language knowledge knows there's no such thing as an umlaut over an "e." They usually go over "a" or "o" or "u." I always pronounce it "Gasverks" to make fun of them. But I digress. This place is made up of all the rejects of Brothers. I suppose some people try to reclaim Gaswerks and make it cool but it has not worked. Use your better judgment and always DECLINE cherry bombs from friendly patrons. Yes, i know you're being offered a free shot, but seriously DECLINE DECLINE DECLINE. Fake IDs worked here for me, and they probably still do, based on the clientele. The bathrooms are really freaking gross so try to avoid having a friend get sick here because ugh just gross.
Review Source:Yeah... I'd say all the other reviews are pretty accurate. It's dirty, lame, and full of frat boys hopped up on beer and testosterone. If you're a self-respecting person not interested in any of those things... just move on. If you're a woman, I urge you to not go here- ever. You'll be hit on all night long by drunk, sloppy, drooling Jersey Shore wannabes and some might even go as far as to assault you by grabbing any one of your body parts they feel like... yep that actually happened to me. It's bad. Really really bad.
Review Source:I'm surprised to hear how many other people share my opinion of Gaswerks, considering it's one of the places we always go to when we're drinking and clubbing in Columbus. And every time I regret even saying yes to go with them. The only saving grace is that alcohol and friends is mostly always good.
I've never been impressed with the staff here. Perhaps it's part of their schtick... but really? I'm not a jerk, and is it that hard to smile? Do you hate your job? You're going to hate it even more when I don't tip you... and then don't buy another drink.
The crowd is never "my thing" either. If you're a young douchebag, this is the place for you. You get to be a total jerk to everyone around you, and fit right in.
The atmosphere is "meh" to me. It's a horrible bar. What do you expect? I am always displeased with the lack of seating, however. Come on, I'm drunk, I don't want to stand.
If you're going here, pre-game somewhere else, and don't stay long. If your friends suggest going to Gaswerks, reconsider your definition of "friend".
Take my previous review from "Brothers Bar & Grill" and copy & paste it in this box for Gaswerks. Then take away any bit of "fun" I mention having at Brothers and press "delete."
This is what gives Gaswerks one star instead of Brothers Bar and Grill's two stars. I honestly feel like you could knock out the wall that separates Brothers & Gaswerks and no one would really tell the difference. They are virtually the same bar: Same over-crowded douche-bagginess, same "no plain white t-shirt" dress code policy, same craptastic music selection, and same wide open warehouse.
The only difference is that instead of a designated dancefloor, Gaswerks has a series of pool tables. These seem to do no good, as most people are either sitting on the pool tables or crowded around them. And despite having a main front bar and a back bar, the service is wretched. I've also witnessed a few bar brawls at Gaswerks, which does not leave much to be desired.
The only good story I have from Gaswerks is that someone else with my same name happened to get all of MY drinks charged to their tab, thus leaving me with a $4 bill when I should have clearly had at least a $50 bill (sorry for partying). I know this to be true because the bartender gave me the other Mike Evans' ID and card back at first. I do appreciate the other Mike Evans for unknowingly purchasing my drinks that night! :-)
I hate this bar - it amazes me how it's always so packed and yet I only know 1 person who actually wants to go there. Â My friend loves their $1 bomb's which is I guess the only reason any respectable person will go there.
Ugh, I hate it so much there I don't know where to begin. Â The staff are a bunch of chauvinistic pigs to put it nicely. It's a place for primarily 20 something college students without any self-respect. Â I'm young (not 20) but young and I really enjoy a "fun/crazy" crowd but this place gets under my skin. Â They have a dress code like they're a freakin' country club. Â No sandles, jeans with holes, hoodies, hats, etc. I can't tell you how many of my friends have been turned away because of this stupid rule. Â The bar tending is terrible, they don't know how to make half the drinks I order, they are expensive, and the wait is always FOREVER (which again surprises me because nobody likes this place). Â
Avoid this place like the plague at all costs if you can. Save your self-dignity.
This is a bar for young twenty something frat boys... but only on the weekends, I guess? I think I've seen people in here before when I was walking past? It's not really my thing, so I've avoided it like the plague since my time in Columbus. Well, I stopped in for the first time on a Thursday around 6:30, just to see what it was all about, and kill some time before meeting friends. There was not a SINGLE other person in this ginormous bar except for me and the 2 people working. I sat at the bar and it still took about 5 minutes for the bartender, who was also sitting at the bar, to ask me what I wanted. I saw one of my fave's, Sunset Wheat in the beer case - only $1.50, a mild win. Nothing but swill on draft.
This is definitely NOT an after-work happy hour bar, unless you want to drink alone in a vacuum. And I personally know I wouldn't like the weekend crowd. So I shan't be returning, Gaswerks.
- Lots of pool tables in a large back room (into which I can't imagine overflow is ever needed.)
- A coupla large TV's
- $1 mini bombs prominently advertised
I haaaaaate this bar! Some nights when I come down to the Park St. area, my friends decide to go to Gaswerks and I'm dragged along. It's never ever fun. It's kinda like Brother's. Brother's is bad but this place is even worse. The crowd consists of all the leftovers (or rejects) from Spice and Sugar and Brother's - not a good mix.
I don't know what Gaswerks is trying to be. It's like a sports bar, but fails. Like a dance club, but no dance floor, so it fails again. Because upon looking at it, you would think it was a sports bar, but the music says dance club. It ends up just a mess of drunk people.
I like to look on the positive side and I don't give out a lot of one-star ratings. But Gaswerks is worthy. Take their slogan, which is printed on their sign out front: "Cheap Drinks, Lousy Service." Well, the latter is true. The service is so bad here that I've only ordered drinks here once. Every time after that I'd prefer to go without. The one time I did order a drink, I was buying a shot for me and my friend. It took forever for a bartender to get to our end of the bar, even though he was closeby. He was too busy talking to someone, go figure. I never understood that. Don't these people want tips? I forgot what we ordered, but it wasn't supposed to have Red Bull in it. I think all the bartenders know how to make are shots with Red Bull - either cherry bombs or Jeager bombs. Because we got something with Red Bull. And the shots weren't very big and were almost $5 a piece for some reason. So awful. The big thing here is trays full of little tiny shots of more Red Bull crap. For some reason whenever I'm here someone always ends up buying one of these trays and we do these stupid shots. I think they charge $1 for each of those little shots, which are in tiny little cups  - the kind that look like they came with a bottle of cough syrup. They are gross. I've never been here without a big group of people and by the point in the night when we are here, we're already drunk, thank god. You have to be to make it through a trip to this place.
I can't stand the people that come here. It's all the most obnoxious frat guys and for some reason no one can walk here. The place is big, but people are always bumping into you and you spill your drink all over yourself. I swear, every time I come here I leave with a stained shirt. I've learned to wear black here. Luckily, you definitely don't need to get dressed up to come here. And by the way, don't expect any sorries or excuse mes when you're here. Apparently one of the requirements for being in a frat is to throw all manners out the window. And FYI, it's not unusual to see a fight going on here. Too much testosterone, I guess.
It's supposed to be like a sports bar, and I guess it sort of it, although it can't boast that it's got great TVs or anything compared to a lot of other bars. They do have a bunch of pool tables if that's your thing. They have a decent patio, but I prefer Brother's patio, which is right next door. This place really doesn't have anything going for it. Except that there isn't a cover. There's where Gaswerks gets its one star.
The bathrooms are hell on Earth. Seriously. The lines are always so long, and when you do get in there, it looks like a tornado came through it. Seriously. Toilet paper is all over the floor, it often smells like puke, there's no toilet paper in the stalls, no soap, the list goes on. For some reason a lot of the bars down here have the worst bathrooms that you can imagine. But the vibe at Gaswerks is all wrong. I'm not sure what happens when people walk through that door, but everyone is mean. Girls are picking fights with each other in the bathrooms and giving dirty looks at you when you walk in. It's like they are all in direct competition with you. I think this is because they are mostly the sorority girls and that's how I've found a lot of them to be most of the time. Must get exhausting. I don't even care, I just want to drink and be left alone. But it's like people here are just looking for a reason to make some drama. Be sure not to give them that reason.
Be warned that the entire floor of Gaswerks is sticky from spilled drinks. I wasn't exaggerating about the excess spillage going on around here. Your shoes will stick to the floor. That's one reason that I like to be out on the patio instead. It's also because the music they play inside is awful. It's all that terrible rap that has a dance that goes with it that somehow everyone in the world knows but me. But I'm alright with that. It can get pretty loud, so unless you want to shout at each other to talk, you're better off outside anyway.
If you want to sit down, there are some tables and chairs and some couch areas where you can chill, but everything is questionable to sit on. Yes, even the chairs can be pretty sticky. If for some reason you do have to come to Gaswerks, make sure that you're good and liquored up first. That's the best advice I can give. You'll need it.
I hate this bar. Really. It's the kind of place that makes me cringe and remind my friends of long-forgotten favors they might owe me whenever going here comes up on the agenda. It's the kind of place where I wear a "spill shirt", knowing that some @hole will undoubtedly dump their drink on me sooner or later. It's the kind of place where I make sure to have a drink (or 10) before arrival just to be able to stick it out and to make sure I'm not completely sobered up before I can get to the bar for my next drink. It's the kind of place that makes me wonder how's it's possible to fit that many idiots in one congregation....
BUT! There was once a stellar staff moment that earned them a grain of my respect.
The Incident: Â I was dragged to Gaswerks for a friend's birthday over the summer. A girl in our group had her cell phone sitting on the table (dumb, I know), and of course it disappeared at some point in the night. Even though we scoured the area around the table and retraced her steps throughout the entire bar, we could not find it anywhere. Assuming the worst, we gave up and went home.
The Redemption:  Much to our surprise, my friend got a message the next day that her phone had been found at the bar and Gaswerks  PROACTIVELY was calling people in her phonebook in an attempt at getting it back to the rightful owner. The manager (Kevin, was it?) was personally hanging on to the phone until we were able to go back the next day to pick it up. And in that brief moment when, for the only time in my life, I voluntarily walked into Gaswerks, they really didn't seem half bad.
Gaswerks prides itself on its rather entertaining catchphrase -- "Cheap Drinks, Lousy Service." I find it abhorring and entertaining that it lives up to both terms at the same exact time.
On the Arena District's Bar Row, you can not miss Gaswerks at all -- the large, bright sign featuring its trademark beer mugs looms over the rather large patio. Even if you're just driving down there, you will turn your head. Admittedly, I turned my head at the fact that there was a seemingly huge patio hanging out at the bar.
I first found Gaswerks when hanging out at a neighboring bar down the street. Having found a haven at the other establishment I was in, I had no real interest in actually going over to Gaswerks. But as fate would have it, I wouldn't actually end up choosing Gaswerks. It would inadvertently choose me.
I actually ended up walking into Gaswerks on Halloween, when the entire block was effectively shut down by the mass of college kids and trendy young people all looking to drink themselves into a stupor to ring in All Hallow's Eve. I was looking to rendezvous with a friend, and I knew she and her friends would be in one of those many alcohol-serving establishments. So I swallowed my pride, and entered Gaswerks.
The first thing you notice is the effort that they take to make it look something like a garage with the vintage metal motor signs. And to further that, all the bartenders were dressed like greasy, overworked mechanics. It was all to create an ambiance of a mechanic's shop!! Get it!!? Har-Har-Har...a real kneeslapper, to be sure.
The only other thing that makes this place even have one blip on my radar was the fact that it had an outdoor fire pit. Growing up in California, one of my favorite things to do was to start a fire pit, and listen to the old men tell stories of how the world used to be. It was a cherished memory to relive...even if I was surrounded by half-dressed co-eds and men thinking they were their Prince Right-Now.
Unfortunately, that's the only thing that Gaswerks has going for it, in my opinion. The place feels like an over glorified warehouse, and (at least the night that I went in there), the floor was covered in sticky excrement of the hundreds of beers & drinks poured and subsequently spilled. Is it that bad every day? I wouldn't know -- I don't take my chances going back there.
Here's the deal: Gaswerks is trying very hard to be a dive bar. But its failing miserably on that level, in the fact that its not a dive, but just a beacon for college kids and the trendy young people of this town. The drinks are cheap, and the service is lousy, but it will never feel like a place I want to drink at. It doesn't achieve what it wants to -- its just an annoying place to hang out near, around, and about. I'm told that the food they serve isn't bad...but I won't hang around to try.
If you consider yourself young and trendy (borderline young professional?), and want to meet a bunch of your new friends from the office there for a one-day booze-cruise down the Arena District's bar scene, then be my guest -- you may enjoy the place. Just because I don't like it doesn't mean its an evil place to be. Its just not my cup of tea...and never will be.
Given the fact that there is only one review for GasWerks posted at this point I am assuming most of the Yelpers around here must have decent taste. Â This is because GasWerks is an entirely tasteless bar, not worthy of one's time, especially if that time is coming on a weekend night (thursday included). Â Young and trashy seems to be the theme here, but unfortunately not in the good way.
This is truly a Zero star place, but as you can see I gave it two stars. Â Why, you ask? Â Their happy hour. Â None of the annoyance factor is there yet, and every bottle of beer in the place is $1. Â Certain days even offer free pool on the large (non-bar) tables. Â One trip here in broad daylight I stumbled across this discovery but my overall hatred of the place has yet to lead me back to take full advantage.
Paired with the bulbous monstrosity next door that is Brother's, Gaswerk's helps complete a duo of bars that are matched by none in terms of low brow pandering and sheer annoyance factor. I mean come on, the sign says it all- "Cheap Drinks, Lousy Service." You can award this place for being honest, but spending more than five minutes inside will without a doubt make you change your mind.
Everything that makes Brother's terrible is applicable in spades at Gaswerk's, which would make it pointless for me to go in to a twelve point missive about what's wrong with this place when all you have to do is read the proper review and rework it to essentially the same set of standards. Frat guys run around knocking drinks over, the line for the bathroom is a mile long, the bartenders selectively avoid entire sections of the bar for hours....you get the picture. The one saving grace here would be that they have $1 "Jagerbomb" shots on Fridays and Saturdays, but I put quotes around that term for a very good reason- these things are absolutely the smallest shots you will ever run across in your life. It takes at least three of them to equate one real shot, and with such terrible service it's rarely ever worth the effort to order up a whole tray of them. In other words, don't come here even remotely sober, as you're likely to give up and leave before the scene could ever become even slightly bearable.
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