Pickle's

I am a huge fan of dive bars. Love 'em. This is NOT a dive bar- this is just a really weird, trashy, un-air conditioned disaster of a bar.  It looks pretty good from the outside- but don't let that fool you.  After you park and are walking in- there's a couple of different doors- which one is the entrance? I'm still not sure. We picked one and walked in and the wave of heat hit me. No A/C. A fatal error in Houston during the summer.  The floors are basically just subfloor and the floor has so many different levels, it's probably better to NOT drink a lot just so you don't fall down one of the many sets of stairs (no handrails of course).  They don't serve liquor, so you're stuck drinking beer here- and they seemed to stuggle w/ cash paying customers- they kept having to dip into the Tip Jar to give the customers change.  The juke box was broken, so they were playing music and you could go ask for a song to be played, and then that later turned into karaoke, but the microphone that the singers were using wasn't working, so it kept cutting in and out. The whole scene was such a disaster- it would be have been almost funny if I hadn't been sweating my makeup off.

This is what a real dive bar is suppose to be like. Washers INSIDE. Country music. Lots of places to sit with your friends. And best of all the owner is awesome and he remembers your name and what you were drinking all night.

It's not classy by any means, but after a night of hanging out at a loud "hip" bar, coming here with a group of close knit cool people is a chill time.