I'm not sure what to make of this place. Been going here since I was 18!  go here once every year or so.  It is still filled with drunken degenerates. And if you know me you may say this jack ass can or has been a drunken degenerate.  I have nothing against drunken degenerates.  This bar just, seems to be full of them every time I have been there!  Its a good time. Local Cleveland bands, cheap drinks, no prestige for being in a well, how can I say this but  this is a prestigious area!
All kinds of folks here, they do not discriminate! Â Definitely not hipster, gangster, or urban for that matter. Â Well if you in the are in the area its worth a visit if you are looking for something a little less civilized!
Just be careful cause the CFPD does not fuck around!
The Greenville is what it is, a bar with cheap beer, uncaring (but quick) bartenders, and a band on weekend nights. Â It's a cross section of townies, yuppies that are not ready to call it a night after the upscale places in town close, out of towners in for holidays, that person from high school you can't remember their name, and other miscs. Â The floor tile is eroded, the picnic tables are marred, and the moose on the wall is smoking a cigarette and has not been dusted since its installation. Â This is the Greenville, an ode to the townie bar. Â That said, kudos to a place that just doesn't care. Â Go here, listen the bands (often very good regional bands) and have some cheap drinks. Â After a while you start to forget about the less appealing aspects of the place as well as the drunk passed out at the bar and realize that you are having fun.
Review Source:the greenville!! oh man. Â when live bands play, people dance on the picnic tables. Â yes. Â there are picnic tables *inside* the place.
and people dance on them.
inexpensive drinks, no frills. Â just a darn good time. Â i forgot about the greenville until kevin wrote about it. Â definitely a great place for friends to meet up and enjoy life.
Ahhh the Greenville is right, if you're in the mood for cans of beer and the village fool working the door.
I have to say, I have been here many times (always simply because of location, there used to be no other options) but I must stress it was out of the "well there is no other place to go" desperation.
There's the handful of drunk cougars trying to look classy while wasted and climbing the picnic tables.
But the quote that I got from a door man one night when my husband (from Europe) showed his passport as ID was the kicker!
The moron suggested we "don't try and get a drink with that shit."
Interesting, I suppose a passport works for international flight, but not a warn can of shitty beer. Classic!
If you want your IQ to drop...drink up at the Greenville.