(3.5 stars) Nothing like a dive bar by the tracks! Stassi's is low-key and out of the way. We walked here after the Bok Kai parade. It's an old building right near the train tracks with dogs out back and apartments over it. We were the youngest customers by about 20 years... and I'm fine with that! It's the sign of a true dive :D
Most the surfaces are a bit sticky with the ghosts of a thousand spilled beers, there's free popcorn (and wifi! Would've never guessed that in a dive of this magnitude!) and it was filled with old regulars who were watching Nascar. The bartender played dice at the end of the bar with a friendly regular and they cracked dirty jokes. This is the kind of place I would frequent if I lived in the Yuba City/Marysville area
Sometimes they have free food out for the customers.
Every time a train goes by they draw a number and if you are sitting in the seat with that number you get a free drink!
It's old, historic, has been there for years, has a crowd of regulars...very interesting place to just sit and talk.
They have a back room where you can smoke, watch TV, play pool, etc. Â It's a very homey and relaxed place with good service, and very few problems.
However I have heard there is a troll there that used to live above the Field and Stream Bar just a block or two away. Â That might put a damper on your evening if he is there, but other than that, it's an A-Ok place to go. Â Not pricey either!
Despite having a lot of the old perks, Stassi's is just a shell of what it once was. My first summer in Marysville, we played horseshoes in the backyard, which was romantically lit with white Christmas lights all year.
You can still smoke inside, and when the train rumbles by on tracks just yards away, rushing to a numbered stool for the beer lottery can still win you a free drink.
All the bizarre knick-nacks in the back room make for great creativity and playfulness when you're drunk, and the beer prices haven't gone astronomical.
Stassi's is deep in a dark corner of Marysville, which gives it a cozy feeling but must ultimately cost it patrons. The place is never as packed as it used to be, and most of the joy that made it shine has long dimmed.