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    Cheap beer and cheaper thrills. There hasnt been a Saturday night where i havent been able to enjoy Hockey Night on CBC while doublefisting PBRs and peoplewatching at this place. I love it. I dont care that the bathroom looks like it oozes Three Stooges Syndrome. I dont care that you can barely hold a conversation at night cause its so loud. I dont even care about the perpetual use of the pool table. This joint is cheap and awesome. I can come in dressed to the 9s and after about 5 minutes, I stop sticking out because NOBODY CARES. Its beautiful.

    When I leave Olympia, I'll definitely miss this place.

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    Used to hang out at McCoy's until a few years ago. Somewhere something went wrong with that place. Maybe all the junkies started showing up when the old BroHo got bought out and turned into a hipster joint.
    Anymore it's just a good place to get roofied or have some drunk pick a fight with you.

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    Gross bar. The people that hangout there leave you worried about where this country is going. Never been around so many people stuck in the 80s.

    I'm all for a strong drink at a good price. However, I need to be able to drink it. It was like drinking rubbing alcohol. I took 2 sips and left.

    Deuces.

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    FIVE STARS for Thursday nights at McCoy's. Zero stars for any other night.

    Reasons why I love McCoys on Thursday

    1. It is "Ladies' Night," which means either really weak or really strong dollar well drinks, depending on who is pouring them, if you carry your gametes on the inside. I always order a double vodka soda lime and get, essentially, a giant shot with two limes.

    2. Do you like Creedence Clearwater Revival? How about Creedence Clearwater Revival at 130 decibels on a fuzzy black couch? OH YEA!

    3. The creepy James Dean cut out at the back bar. If you get drunk enough you'll think there is someone there staring at you. Someone with a sexy, mysterious, two dimensional thing going on. I once offered two drinks to anyone who would hide it, but got no takers. The offer stands!

    4. The Evergreen student fashion show. What the fuck! Clearly you guys were prefunking while you got ready to go out. Did you dress up like gay neon psychedelic little leaguers on purpose? Is there a black light baseball game later?

    5. My girly friend's phone number is written on the ladies' room wall! What kind of classy, brilliant, modern day Gloria Steinam hatches a scheme to write another woman's number on the wall in the ladies' room so that the only call she will ever receive from it is two drunk girls carrying on about how terrible they feel for her that someone wrote her number on the wall? As you can tell, this is a really upscale place. But wait, it gets better.

    6. Speaking of things that happen in the ladies' room at McCoy's, two weeks ago, on a Thursday (of course, because although there is NO acceptable time to patron McCoy's, Thursdays are nearly forgivable) I was SLAPPED in the ladies' room by a middle aged woman for something I said about the education system in America. In all my years of running my mouth, beginning sentences with "Well, actually," and making inflammatory comments for my own entertainment, I have never been physically assaulted before. Especially not for something as tame as a criticism of the education system. IT WAS AWESOME.

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    No thank you.

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    We stopped in the McCoy's for a drink while walking the streets of Olympia.

    I drink wine, and when my wine showed up in a high ball glass that was my first clue. Really? Who doesn't stock wine glasses?

    The music was really loud, and the clientele was mixed. There is a small smokers patio in the back. The vinyl of the two booths we sat in was torn.

    Of the drinks we did order, they were strong- so that was relieving. This bar was ok, but it wasn't my scene and I wouldn't stop in again.

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    I see that I am not the only one that gives bars the Charles Bukowski seal of approval. There are a couple of bars on that end of the block that I always get mixed up. I am THINKING from the pictures that this place is the place I am thinking of, the men's room pee trough threw me off. (On a side note, is that an air freshener sitting in there?  Seriously? What's that gonna do?)  

    All the reviews here pretty much explain it pretty well.  Don't expect uppity, cleanliness, or decor that was actually "put together" by someone.  Expect a dive bar.

    The trick to those crappy download a top 40 jukeboxes is this:  Counteract lame song selections with Hank Sr or Jr, Slayer, or even better, Metallica's Master of Puppets-9 mins of metal madness. This trick has even been known to clear the bar of top 40 offenders.  You're welcome.

    Bonus tip: turn your head when you pass the men's room because if someone else opens the door, peekaboo.

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    One of those lame download a top 40 song jukebox.  I was unimpressed with the place even for a dive bar.  Then a new friend convinced me to go back. When I stopped paying attention to how lame the place is I started to notice the people that hang out there.  Wow what a show they put on strait out of Howard Sterns Wack Pack
    It's like the looser bus crashed out in front and they all stumbled in for a drink.  I don't know if that's a good thing but I like it.  Funny conversations by funny people I'll be back without hesitation.

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    The mother of all dives. It's so divey at this place, you'll feel wrinkles develop on your face as you leave and you will take on the appearance of the upholstery at this place (worn out, torn up and used.)

    You walk into this place and you say to yourself, "How did they get so much crap on the walls." There is not a spot on the ceiling or the walls that is not taken up by some beer/alcohol memorabilia item. They have a good selection of taps, liquor, and everything in between. I wouldn't trust getting wine at this place, and besides you'd stand out and invite unwanted conversation (take note ladies, these are not the guys you want to talk to...or even look at). Coming to this place alone sucks so come in a crowd, you'll have more fun. The best thing used to be when they had $4 pitches of Oly and you'd buy one and they ask, "How many glasses you want?", and I'd say, "None." Then you could walk around with your very own pitcher watching the drunken guy who fell asleep on his bar stool drool all over the floor.

    Ah, but the fun doesn't stop there! There's a pool table and outside smoking patio and there is plenty of people watching to be had. One time years back, I saw a guy try to pull a knife on another guy but was too drunk to wield the weapon properly and then proceeded to cut himself. He was then kicked out. Hahaha, like something from a movie. Another fun aspect to this place is having some drunk try to strike up a conversation with you. He'll slur his words really badly and won't make any sense. And then the bartender will but in with, "Just ignore him." Haha! And this place has a very loyal clientele. There have been times when I walked by this place at 2 in the afternoon and then came in at midnight and it was still the same crowd here. I didn't know drinking here was a 12-hour job, impressive indeed!

    The best thing was they used to have the first Mercyful Fate album on the jukebox and I always used to play that one King Diamond number with operatic high vocals on the chorus, "All hail satan, YES HAIL SATAN." Haha, never has that song fit a better environment. They took that CD out of the jukebox but they still got tons of hard rock and metal in there (at one time there were three Iron Maiden albums in the jukebox).

    ...and I almost forget, the bathrooms! Woah, you could send a haz-mat team into these rooms and it wouldn't help at all. Wow, I've seen some bad bathrooms at bars but WOW...these are in a league of their own. Usually some vomit near the sink so watch out. If you can't handle it just go next door to the Eastside Tavern.

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    so my friends and i go to mcoys often but after tonight we are no longer going to be advocates or patrons of this bar. a member of our party was making a joke to one of the bartenders about getting a drink after last call and the other bartender (ruby) became very offended, the complete intention of this joke was to end up giving the bartender that he started the joke with an additional $20 tip because of the normal great service we receive.  but on this night ruby took the joke too far and grabbed some other regulars and attempted to start a fight with us and chased us into the street.  Now to be honest we are patrons of this bar at least once a week on Thursdays and we bring as many of our coworkers with us as we possibly cans and normally that would about 10 to 15 people. its great to know that we have brought this many people into this bar as we can to have am enjoyable time and have one of the bar tenders (ruby) shit on us this way after so many nights of loyalty to the establishment that he represents so i for one (and the people i bring with me) will no longer visit this establishment due to the disrespect that we received for making a joke that would have resulted in an additional $20 tip for one the the bartenders. and i would not recommend this as a bar to go to on any night that you plan on having a good time

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    GREATEST SHITHOLE ON EARTH!!! From the pisstroff in the men's bathroom to the wrought iron pentagram hanging from elkhorns  in the dead center of the bar there is not one speck of this place left untouched with graffiti, beer memorabilia, or decades of smoke damage.  The double horseshoe sit down bar, horrible soundsystem cranking out heavy metal, and wide array of tallcans provide a true drinker everything they ever need.  If Ian would let me put a cot in the back, i'd never leave, but thankfully they have Jimmy Random filling in for me.  This is the bar where Bukowski would've gotten into more than his fair share of fistfights and loooooooose women. Trust me.  Now with a stage littered with cords and sporadically changing speaker arrays to bring you the best in local rock like Bacchus and Fitz of Depression, the newly fenced in and partially covered smoking area in the parking lot thanks to the smoking ban, and world class destruction proof pool tables, there is not one thing this place doesn't have, except class, and that shit's for pussies anyways.  Tell Charlie or Dawn Tha Goonie sent you and they might make you pay part of my tab...

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