Best little hooch house in Denver, far as I've found. Never had a bad experience in here. Big tufted leather booths, wood-paneled walls plastered with pictures, ace jukebox that's always singing you stuff like Elvis and Patsy Cline, and a consistently awesome bar staff and clientele. A good folks place. As a million people below me have mentioned, they hand you an on-the-house Alabama Slammer when you walk in. And, if you're of the dame persuasion, they hand you a rose. Now who's gonna argue with that? The owner, Pete, is the kind of guy who walks around and gets to know his patrons, and will even buy you a round from time to time. Character and a certain kind of class--not the fancy kind, but the decent, honest kind--line the walls here. Its "late-'60s-let's-grab-a-cocktail-after-the-steak-Âdinner-while-we're-still-dressed-up" vibe is real, not kitsch. And, by the way, a killer place to wet your whistle after a sugar steak across the street at Bastien's. May it never change. Go here.
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