This is your quintessential dive bar. Â We went here in search of beer after a dim sum brunch up the street. Â While this place won't win any awards in the olfactory department (smelled more like stale beer then urine) - it definitely has character.
We had 2 babies in our party and Rolando couldn't get over to our table fast enough to greet us. Â How often does THAT happen? ( We were summarily kicked out of one of the bars at the W for having an "underage" group member.) Â What a delightful guy. Â Proceeded to stump us with his trivia questions. Â The old timers at the bar were eavesdropping - clearly they're familiar with the routine. Â
This place probably hasn't changed in the 60 years its been open but who cares. It ws just what we needed on a sunny cold winter's day. Â A warm welcome and a cold beer!
Went back.
Why?
Dunno.
Pee smell was unbelievable. I swear dudes sitting at the bar must be too lazy to use the bathroom and just whip it out right there and pee on the floor while nursing a Corona.
And this time, the bartender only spoke Spanish. My previous review referred to the clientele.
Maybe I should wear a white cowboy hat. And say "Hola, cerveza si vous plait". Ooops mixed Spanish and French. How about I mix Spanish, French, and Mandarin... "hombre, qingwen ni ba pijiu gei wo si vous plait"
I'll bet I'm the first Yelper to do that!!!!!!
I do speak Mandarin. Why aren't there any cool Chinese bars. Let me know if there are.
P.S. I tried to post without selecting a star rating. No luck. It's a 1 again.
One afternoon about a dozen years ago I was walking up the street and heard someone with a vaguely Spanish accent reciting poetry from inside. I looked around and saw the beer sign in the window and I just HAD to go in. It turned out to be Rolando, the owner.  And the bar turned out to be pretty decent - it keeps me coming back.  I would categorize  this place to be more a dive bar than anything else.
Oh, if you want to go here in the evening it probably helps if you speak Spanish.
You can say this place looks intimidating. Â Ive driven down Grand Ave. many times and always see one or two "cholos" hanging out the door of this place, or some crack head lady swaying back and fourth, or some drunk guy stumbling down the street. Â One day I got a call from a girlfriend. Â Names shall be protected...
Rachael: Hey Dave come join me for a drink
Me: Where?
Rachael: Grand Central
Me: Grand Wha!
Rachael: You know Grand Central on Grand.
Me: I know Grand Central but what are you doing there.
Rachael: Drinking duh, come down its me and some friends.(x-dealer, x-convict, x-gang banger)
Me: Uhhhh * I look over to my buddy* You wanna go? *he shrugs*
Me: Well I'm trying not to drink that much.
Rachael: OK fare enough you will only have one.
Well once we arrived, one became two and two became six. Â Long Islands to be exact. Â And boy where we happy. Â Lets just say I got groped in the bathroom (almost molested) and at the end of the night my buddy had his freak on with a patron and I had a smooch fest with one of the patrons. Â One crazy place I tell you. Â Drinks are cheap and well served. Â So don't be intimidated and give it a shot (or two)