Seems authentic despite the  possible Trademark infringement.  Staff behind the bar is no-nonsense and quick, drinks are cheap and stiff, and patrons are a mixed lot (cute, surly, amusing, or wasted seem to be the general categories).  If you're lucky, you might get to see some brawling, or at least some bros shoving each other around or forcible 86'ing (don't worry, the door/security guys are quick and efficient).
Review Source:This place TOTALLY SUCKS! If it were in Seattle, or anywhere else on the planet for that matter, it would fail miserably. I have heard LOTS of stories from my friends of how much fun Chelan is and have stories of my own, but this place is down right filthy from the sticky floors up to the nasty ass chicks (and dudes) partying there. I clearly did not have my beer goggles on to be hanging out at this place.
The crowd there is anywhere from your local cherry pickers to white trash townies, thrown in the mix are a few bachelorette parties that make you wonder who would marry them in the first place. The polar opposite are the "hot chicks" who wear skimpy dresses, a pound of make up and fake bleach blonde hair that all the dudes posted up on the wall are preying on.
Yep this place is the epitome of dive bar with all the fixin's you could want
My local hang-out when I'm in Lake Chelan. It may be because all my friends hang out here, the half naked tourist girls, my favorite bartender or the insane conversations you randomly stumble into.
In this particular night I found out my beautiful bartender was off. The night had already started off on a sour note. "At least they're not out of Jagger tonight." I ordered my usual from my friend, and waited patiently as my eyes scanned the dance floor. It seems like everyone in this town has a great story to tell or completely insane as the guy sitting next to me at the bar. We'll call him "The Dude," since I didn't stick around long enough to make the proper introduction.
The Dude: How you doing, bud?
Me: Not bad, bro. Just ordering my usual.
The Dude: You're not one of those guys that are out looking for me?
Me: Ummm...no. I don't know you.
The Dude: You're not looking for me, because of what I did last summer?
Me: I don't know what you did, and I don't think I want to.
The Dude: Well, let me tell you.
Me: I don't think I want to know.
The Dude: Let me tell you!
Me: Huh?
The Dude:I chopped off a girl's arm!
Me:*Where is my drink?* Aaaaa...that's pretty...mmm...wow, o.k.
The Dude: Believe me I'm paying dearly for it.
Me: *Where the hell is my fucken drink Zen?* o.k!
The Dude: I'm paying dearly, because I love her to death!
Me: Nice talking to you, good luck with that.
Apparently it was true. One of my friends confirmed the story.
This is not a typical conversation at this place. Most people here are chill, and just enjoying their summer vacation. I've only seen one fight at this bar, and the female bartender broke it up by jumping on the bar and pulling the girl off the floor by her hair.
This bar looks like one of those old-folk bars you find in ghost towns. The walls are covered with wood paneling and beer advertising. There's no AC, and it's muggy in the summers. Doesn't sound appealing, but this is the place to be in the summer.
An extra two stars because it doesn't matter how much I drink, my tab is always under 11 bucks!