The Hideaway

good mix of people for all over.. good looking bar tenders too!!,, Capt. & coke very very nicely pored and priced,,, Like this place allot! Went in on Sat night and was hooked just wanted a few good drinks with some friends and hang out, owner hangs around and is pretty cool also!!  Thanks for being so friendly :))

GET YER HOMEMADE GINGER ALE, HIDEAWAY STYLE.
True story: I strolled in here on a Sunday evening with a friend, jukebox was blasting (I mean it was on eleven) Led Zepplin, Foo Fighters and there were maybe about six or seven patrons (local regulars for sure) chilling at the bar. My friend ordered us two Jamesons and...get this...ginger ale. (scoff) As if you need to add ANYTHING to Jameson. But whateves the guy's from Yorba Linda, and he didn't grow up with a dad so it's understandable. The bartender said they didn't have ginger ale but she could make it. Coca cola + Sprite for the win.
We also each enjoyed a Captain Morgan and coke. Both drinks were tasty, well-poured, and five to six bucks each. Location is very, very divey. There's a pool table in the back and plenty of seating. Good spot to chill after work, or pre-game but maybe not the kind of place you'd find your soulmate or anything. The search continues for this yelper...

Sunday: After finding a sweet, if not THE sweetest parking spot that any human being could possibly find. My friend and I walked into this cozy little, what's the word...Oh yeah, Hideaway. Upon entering, one can smell many a fights, drunken quarrels over which of the bartender's boobs is bigger, and a strange longing for times past when the Confederate South reigned supreme.
But in spite of this, it has a very welcoming feel to it. We trudged in, and sat at one of the high tables with a magnificent view of the bar. A football game was on, not too sure who was playing, but one team did win. There were a small batch of older regulars going about their usual Sunday night, and a small group of younger hoodlums on the long table next to us. As for the rest of the bar, it was empty.

My friend decided to buy our first round, and ordered us Captain and Coke...PuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuLease! Originality isn't her strong suit, but the drink was had, and enjoyed.
After indulging I then got up to get us a drink...Ordered us a Jameson and ginger, okay so maybe originality isn't my strong suit either, but whatever! That's what happens when you're Fatherless in Yorba Linda...which is the title of my up and coming memoir.

But I digress.
When I ordered the drink the bartender shot me down by informing me that they do not have ginger ale. As the tears begin to surface alongside the memories of my days in an all girl's Catholic school for boys, the bartender decided to cheer me up by stating that she can make ginger ale.
To which I said: "Are you Heisenberg...?"
She looked vexed, and told me it was just Sprite and Coca-Cola. Apparently she wrote her thesis paper on mixing the two for her Master's in remedial elementary chemistry at Long Beach Polytechnic High School.
The concoction was okay, tasted more like coke and Jameson than ginger ale, but it got the job done, and we were left satisfied. My friend's drink was much stronger, which was okay because I was trying to get her to blackout, and I am assuming the bartender knew that because I had my creeper gaze on the whole time.
It's a cool dive bar with a down-to-earth atmosphere, nothing fancy, just regular people talking about a hard day's work in the coal mines. Cheap drinks, and music playing everything from classic rock to modern rock.
Definitely would do it again.