Stop In

Driving home to LA from Big Bear, my boyfriend and I spot Stop In on the side of the road.  In completely synchronized fashion, our eyes widen, our jaws drop, and the car comes to a screeching halt.  We park in the dusty, unpaved lot and run to the entrance, grinning from ear to ear, like two kids in a candy shop.  Upon entering, the thick, big-breasted bartender greets us with a confused look on her face.  Clearly, we don't look like Stop In's regular clientele, but really, who gives a shit?  This place exudes everything I love about a quality dive bar: cheap beer, crusty old patrons, exposed drywall.  Stop In?  Why yes, yes I will.

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I met a friend at the Stop In last night for a couple drinks.  It's truly a dive, in every sense of the word, with unfinished plywood interior walls, a mud & pot hole parking lot, one pool table and  pretty shabby decor.  The crowd looked pretty rough, I would NEVER go there alone, or with a girlfriend.  But the bar tenders were super nice and the prices were cheap, so I see why people go there.  Still, I can't give it more than 2 stars, because it's very inferior to any other bar I've been to.

Super small, but the bartenders are hot and the drinks are cheap