This is the only real bar in town, no real food in here. Dive bars are one thing, but a place full of stinky (yes B.O.) uncivilized drunk Harley hoggers and maybe locals yelling the F and S words in every other sentence is not my idea of a good time. Places like this have their place for people like that, and in this town this is the place! I passed on even trying to get a drink here after going in for a minute and then leaving as it seems one has to just scream to place a drink order.
Review Source:late afternoon beer at the old western saloon...overcast and cold...seeking shelter inside...classic wooden saloon...creaking doors open...walking stomp to the bar...classic zing of antique cash register...eccentric charm with eclectic touches..an order of guinness to quench....quiet afternoon with few travelers inside...empty stage with no band or music...a modern jukebox playing tunes to fill...pool tables in the back room....finding a bench by the old antique fireplace...venting pipes going straight up and out...beer set on odd table contraption...sip of beer and people watching...a good saloon for beer, rest and shelter...final cheers, gulp and farewell to point reyes station...
Review Source:Great spot for a post hike drink. We stopped in for beers and bloody marys after our overnight backpacking trip in Pt Reyes. Its a bit dark and divey but with a few home-y touches too. They have a wood stove that probably gets fired up in the winter months. Â Beer selection is small but decent, and they have a solid bloody mary. Â Bartender was helpful and chatty. All in all a gem in a great little town!
Review Source:It's very rare I give out that sparkling 5 star rating to an establishment on here. Don't believe me, check my stats. I save 5 stars for the best, and here it is. Â
Most of the reviews for this place were good or great, yet I was a bit skeptical going in. Â Having lived in Montana, I've had the privilege of drinking in some old time bars or saloons and considering they are my absolute favorite, I don't know why I was so skeptical to visit. I guess seeing the sign "Pop 350" as I entered town had me concerned that this lone watering hole in such a small town would be terrible. I was dead wrong. Â If I had to sum up this bar in one word, I'd say "character". Â If it was all fake, fake old time register, etc, then they got one by me, because I bought it. I loved it.
Unfortunately, Dallas, where I live, Â has nothing even remotely similar to this beauty. Then again, it's rare to find a place that opened in 1890 still around. I guess part of what makes places like this such gems, is their rarity and ability to survive ever changing times.
There's an old black and white photo of a woman topless that looks like it was taken in the 20's or 30's, or even before then, hanging on the wall. I'm not sure of the date, and didn't ask for whatever reason, maybe I didn't want the truth to bust my romanticizing but I spent all night wondering what her story was. Â I'm assuming she worked there. Â Who was she? Where did she end up? How did her life play out? What stories could she tell? Â Did she work in this saloon when it handled brothel duties? Â I snapped a distant photo of her and then tried to zoom in to get a better shot. Oddly enough, the photo preview looked perfect, but when I would pull it up, the photo was messed up in a way I can't describe. You couldn't see her, so I attempted again. 9 attempts with varying zooming lengths, no such luck. Â I found it kind of eerie, but it was probably a weird lighting effect having it's way with my camera.
I came in here on a Monday night and it never got too busy, but I stayed long enough to deal with 2 different bar tenders. Both were great, never making me wait and always eager to make my next drink. My drinks were strong, and the prices didn't have that California markup. It never got crazy, and by all accounts, it was a quite Monday night in a small town. But conversation with those passing through or who lived near by entertained me throughout the evening. It felt like home. Â Maybe it's all fake and the combination of alcohol and new environment fooled me into thinking it's real. Whether it was fantasy or reality makes no difference. I enjoyed myself and I'd come again. You should too.
Looking at the Old Western Saloon from the outside, I had no idea what to expect; I was half expecting to enter and be assaulted by a bunch of plaid wearing red-necks, and half expecting to be assaulted by a bunch of plaid wearing hipsters.
It's hard to tell if the décor of the Old Western is sincere or an affectation, but either way, it attracts of an interesting mix of people. When I stumbled in on a Friday night the bar was a mix of friends of the band, hipsters from the city, locals meeting up with friends, and a few people who seemed to have been left behind when their motorcycle gang tore through. Despite the eclectic mix, there was a coherent energy and most of the attention was paid to the band.
Some local talent was playing, and they were surprisingly good. I suppose I should modify that, I went in expecting nothing, but Emma Lee was actually really good, as in I really enjoyed the show, and would have bought an album good.
They have a decent assortment of beer available, including the ubiquitous Lagunitas IPA, and I was more than pleasantly surprised by the quality of the taps. The beer was fresh and the tap lines were clean. They also serve PBR, if you care about that sort of thing.
The Old Western is host to an interesting assortment of people, some very good musical acts, and is a great place to grab a pint
The perfect bar.
First open in 1890 or so and apparently never remodeled. Your beer is rung up on a cash register that predates World War I. The stage in the middle hosts live music, and separates the spacious bar from the pool room. We saw an excellent live band here Saturday night a few weeks ago, and then returned the next night to play a little pool with a couple of visiting Aussies (and they were a couple of fucking ringers too).
In the hallway behind the bar are a series of doors. Rumor has it that in the old days behind these doors were ladies who would meet your every need. Much like Tsada today, these ladies charged about 50 cents for a full servicing.
Pretty much the only other updates from the old days are the excellent jukebox with a ton of classic rock, and the full bar with a lot more than just beer and whiskey. The jukebox played very loud throughout the bar (and let me tell you, listening to some loud Allman Brothers totally takes the sting out of getting your ass whipped by a couple of Aussies at the pool table).
I can't say I was as happy about the full bar. If they still served only beer and whiskey, it would have saved me the embarrassment of witnessing Mrs. Z ask the crusty bartender what kinds of white wines were on offer.
Bring cash - they don't take cards. And be warned: the only ATM in town at the Wells Fargo was on the fritz the entire weekend. I briefly considered asking the bartender, for the first time in my life, to create a bar tab. I'm pretty sure he would have thrown a bar stool at me. Fortunately we scrounged together enough for a few beers and some wine in a plastic cup.
This place is priceless on so many levels. Whether it's Royalty (Prince Charles) enjoying a pint of suds at the bar or Gregg Allman stumbling in and joining that night's band for a few sets, this saloon has seen it all. Worried about getting punched in the nose? If so I would say that says more about you than the crowd you're likely to run into at the Western! The joint is a very big hit or miss but if you happen to drop in on a "hit" night you're likely to have a fun time, regardless of your age... For a great time check it out during "Western Weekend", the first weekend in June I believe. A nice chance to tilt a few back with some of the local ranchers that have lived in the Point Reyes area for generations...
Review Source:I grew up drinking Shirley Temples in this bar... Granted, that probably doesn't say too much about my parents, but the staff here was always friendly, there were always neat things to look at, and the bartenders always slipped me an extra cherry or two... All in all, I'd say that to a little, precocious child, this place was just about the best bar ever.
Review Source:We were passing through Point Reyes and stepped in here. Made a bee-line for the restrooms only to be intercepted by a surly old woman who was bartending. She instantly repremanded me for attempting to use the bathroom before ordering a drink. I understand not wanting non-customers to use the facilities, I guess, but she was R-U-D-E. I wouldn't stop here for a drink if that's the attitude. Just go to the public restroom and skip their lousy bar.
Review Source:Well, this is one of those places that I will cherish forever. Full of character! It sits on the main street downtown sorta the very last business before Higway 1. Very low key and it almost disappears in that big rusty building. We passed it while walking around their sleepy town. Went in on our way back when we noticed it- not sure what to expect  and boy we're glad we went in!
As we sat in the bar I noticed a couple of pictures that I first thought was G.W(ex prez). It wasn't! It was even better! It was Prince Charles himself with his lady Camilla Parker Bowles. They were at the saloon back in 2005 to look at an organic farm. Btw-this town is all about being green and growing organic greens.
They also make their own local beer called Lagunitas. I love it! It's got a hint of some flower but with some spice in it. It's on tap with the only other beer-Budweiser. Now there is another beer I've never met-its called Redhook ESB. To me this beer is easier to handle than the Lagunitas. More mellow and smooth.
Back to the physical description of the saloon. It's got a juxebox that was a thrill to play. Most of the songs are very old but was worth the surprise after guessing them. It was a game that was worth it! The place we were told by the bartender gets really busy on the weekends. We noticed that they have a sign to get your $5.00 ready in cash. They charge people to get in!
Special!! They also have a couple of pool tables and a dance floor!
They have about five little metal tables with chairs by the bar that I thought was adorable. They do have bands come in and play occasionally. Checked out the bathroom and it was clean. This is a really cool place and I will definitely come back. Why four stars? They don't take cc's CASH ONLY BASIS.
I wouldn't call this a 'dive bar' ...it's truly in its own category as a real historic western saloon, as the name implies. It was a real novelty for  us, and we had a great time just hanging out and talking here. After three drinks I really started to feel like I was in a western (as long as I  ignored 'cash cab' playing on the tv above me). We came in around 4:30 PM on a weekday and were here for a couple hours.  There were a few others there- all middle aged men, definitely regulars, casually sipping on their drinks.
There are only two beers on tap. This is not a plus, but fortunately the local brew, the lagunitas IPA,  was excellent. It had a nice spicy kick to it with a hint of fruit. The  jukebox (mostly rock) also kept us entertained.
It is really interesting to read the reviews of this place...it just goes to show, one man's trash is another man's treasure; I definitely count this place as a treasure.
I am stunned at all the "dive" comments. There is a great Yelp List of Dive Bars that an SF resident put together. The author of that list would not have this place on her list. Where are the ripped vinyl unstable bar stools? The sticky surfaces? The missing queue ball? The reeking old-timer who interrupts your private tete-a-tete to pontificate about the state of the government? It ain't fancy, but it's no dive. If you can sit on the toilet seat as late as 8pm without a major cleanup operation, it doesn't qualify as a dive to me. Just one woman's opinion.
This is, as advertised, a western saloon. A salty small-town watering hole with some tried-and-true American music on the jukebox, a wood stove for winter warmth, a beauty of a wood bar and icebox setup, and friendly unpretentious patrons and barkeeps. Add a full bar (if "Yummy" is tending bar, try the Yumarita- what a great margarita rocks!) and a decent selection of imported pub brews and local favorites, and you've got a comfy place that's hard to leave, and where it is easy to persuade yourself that one more round couldn't hurt. The Chinese Chuckwagon vendor who often parks outside dishes up some tasty grub you can bring into the bar, too.
Now, it could be that usually when I have been there it hasn't been a prime-time drink-til-you-drop hour of the day (but usually, it's the off-times that really test a bar's mettle, in my experience). Or perhaps its appeal for me could simply be that it is a foamy comma in the middle of the long sentence of pretty, open, farm-dotted scenic highway. Hey, you may not love it, but then again ya might!
If you would rather be at the Redwood Room, or conversely, at the Toronado, you should be. A city bar should be judged as one, as should a country one. This place is practically a Platonic ideal of what it is: a good place to enjoy a beer, simply and comfortably.
To call this place a dive bar would be an understatement. The place is shabby and run down and carries the delightful odor of every Marlboro and JD that was ever smoked and shot in here. You would never recoognize it as the quaint little, folksy "pub" that the heir-aparant visited on his sustainable convoy of a couple of years back, but the oldboys at the bar will point out the photgraghic evidence posted on the walls.
But is a real saloon too - and it IS the ONLY saloon in town. You can chat with the barmaid in the cowboy hat and the boys at the bar and there is beer and liquor available for purchase. What more would you want. at three o'clock in the afternoon?
Meet that pug that Charles met in the picture too! Yup!
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