Richey's Club

A favorite happy hour haunt...my work pals and I call this place "Paradise" for a reason, and it's not , unbelievably, just because it has dirt cheap draught beer and a guy who frequently comes in with his adorable Boston terrier that apparently has the run of the bar...it's because the bartenders are soooo freakin' nice (and the regulars put up with our loud antics).  Who else will let you run a tab to order 75-cent draws?

The overall feel is like being in somebody's basement rec room...if they have a juke box in said rec room filled with Tom Waits and Ramones stuff and smoke a lot of Basic Lights.  It ain't fancy...I believe the lot is gravel, and it's the sort of place where the "top shelf" liquor might just be brown liquid in a clear bottle with a piece of masking tape marked "whiskey"...but it's sitting on the top shelf, eh?  But who are we kidding, you're gonna get the Busch that's on tap, anyway and play some shuffleboard.

Don't get yourself overserved (the KCPD metro south patrol division is just down the street), or, if you do, hang out and play with the Boston terrier for a while until you sober up.

You can walk into this bar and feel at home, nice bartenders, shuffleboard, pool, good jukebox and the very sweet locals who might buy you a shot if you talk to them for a half hour or less.