I've been there a few times on the weekend. The bartender, a younger woman was rude and didn't seem to have time to make a proper drink. She also seemed to expect a $2 tip for pouring a beer from the tap. The older women who work the evening shift seem nice enough, but this one (Rachel I believe was her name) was rude to the me and my guests. As long as she works there, they can do without my money or recommendation.
Review Source:Famed Spanish explorer Don Gaspar de Portolà was thirsty when he and his expedition reached present day Los Osos in September of 1769. The party was marching by foot from San Diego, in search of Monterey Bay which had been discovered by explorer Sebastián VizcaÃno in 1602. Portolà 's task was to find Monterey and determine if it was indeed a suitable place to establish a new Spanish colony. It is said that Don Gaspar was so enchanted by the beauty of Morro Bay that upon first sight of it he demanded the procession rest, and that a barrel of ale be uncorked at once as reward for his men who had made the 350 mile trek up the coast. Señor Don Gaspar was himself so parched that he took down five mugs of ale in under cinco minutos.
As the entire party was schwasted that night, reports are a trifle inconsistent; however, most historians subscribe to the following theory of how the rest of the evening went down:
With a bladder as full of urine as Fox news is full of shit, our boy Donny G. had to piss like a ten-peckered racehorse. According to legend, when he finally did drop trou' and lubricate the local foliage, his eyes were watering so thoroughly that in them his men were said to have seen the reflection of enough constellations to navigate a ship by. So relieved was our hero that he bellowed at the top of his lungs "I AM DON GASPAR DE PORTOLÃ… AND I'M HERE TO PARTY AND FUCK BITCHES!!!"
The Sweet Springs Saloon was built on the very site of that historic urination, and it is said that the ghost of Don Gaspar de Portolà still frequents the Saloon. Kegs of ale have been known to deplete faster than they ought to have, and the smell of his piss haunts the bar. Tourists and idiots who complain of this smell in reviews of the saloon are ignorant of the legend, and should be ignored. In fact, good fortune is said to accompany those who catch a whiff of de Portolà 's pee. One man who was fortunate enough to have gotten a good lungful of the sweet golden odor discovered the next day that his arthritis had completely vanished, and no longer did he require the assistance of little blue pills to satisfy his wife's carnal cravings.
Regardless of whether or not you believe the myth surrounding the Sweet Springs Saloon, it's well worth a visit. The girls behind the bar are all great, and are more than capable of mixing up your favorite libation. Watch out for Rachel, though. That sultry little vixen is like a sexy version of Medusa. If you peer into her beautiful searing eyes for more than a second, you're gonna need to politely excuse yourself to go change your chones . . .
I have been frequenting sweet springs since the very minute i was twenty one. I love the place. Rayna is an incredible bartender. not only is she accommodating, but she is a great person to chat with. same goes for Shandie. If you are looking for a great place to have a drink with out all the cal poly bros, and listen to great music this is the way to go.
Review Source:podunk town nightlife doesn't get any better.
i've been frequenting sweeties for a few years now, off and on (more on than off). the drinks are reasonably priced, and there's always live music on weekends. it's rather atypical for such a small town. the staff are delightful. rayna has been enduring my company for years and i can now count her among my extended family (or at least as a de facto psychiatrist). shandie, too. Â i've known her less time but is no less a delight. both know how to pour a drink and engage in a conversation, and won't leave you hanging if it's busy. occasionally, it gets quite busy when some of the oft-playing bands have a show.
best thing about this bar: pabst thursdays. there's also tecate tuesdays and two pool tables and shuffleboard. speaking of shuffleboard, they have little bowling pins for that thing. if i could remember playing, i bet it was the coolest thing ever. EVER.
seriously, if you've found yourself in the area, this is the place to go. unless you don't like fun.
If your looking for a laid back fun bar then this is the place!! The first time I was here I had literally made friends with Rayna (great bartender) and some locals in the first 5 minutes! Everyone is so friendly! Happy hour is M-F from 12-7 and they have bands most weekends! Plus, $4 famous bloody marys on Sunday during football!! (you know you need that hangover relief!) I'm the new bartender here on Wed, Thurs, and Sunday days so stop in and tell me what you think!
Review Source:Definitely a dive bar in a good way! Mr. Cash rockin' on the Juke Box while the sweetest bartender Lily served me the best Bloody Mary I have ever had! If you're in the area swing by and ask Lily for either their signature (award winning) Bloody Mary or the Jameson Pancake Breakfast Shot (it comes with a piece of thick cut BACON!!!)...you won't be disappointed!
Review Source:Sweeties is a pretty legit dive. Â There are all the symptoms of a good dive: Â Townies in flannel, bartenders that are rude unless they recognize you, drinks in plastic cups, crazy bands that nobody has heard of, and a fat old drunk checking IDs.
The only thing they've got to get their shit together on is the elitism they exhibit by charging ridonculous covers. Â There is NO reason to pay a $5 cover for an empty bar with a shitty band.
Silly townies.
$3 cover on a Friday night for a cover band that was truly awful and a crazy woman with a seriously 5-month pregnant pouch of fat hanging out of her blue paisley skin-tight shirt dancing by herself and slurring loudly that "YOU GUYS ARE AWESOME."
To boot, the ink they used to stamp me in took days to come off, and it was so dead in there that using a stamp at all seemed awfully silly.
Follow that with a $5 beer in a plastic cup, and you've got yourself a losing number. It's too bad, I once came here and had a great time at a friend's birthday celebration, but that night the music brought its own crowd and others bought me drinks.
The bouncer was nice if not a little creepy.
Not a bad bar. I drove down to visit family and was still wearing my tie from work. By the look on everyone's face in the bar, you would have thought I just molested the family pig. Â Dressing up is frowned upon here, but it's a dive bar so that's o.k. Â Â Don't take atm or credit, so you have to go to the in bar atm machine to pay for your drink. Â Probably wont go here for a big night out, but if I absolutely needed a drink. I'd go.
Review Source:7'-6" acoustic ceilings and full bar and shuffleboard... what else do you need?
This has been a Thanksgiving traditon for years. Pig out on turkey, walk 1/4 block to Sweet Springs and drink Rumpleminze while BSing with friends and getting smoked on shuffleboard while Boy Named Sue is playing on the jukebox.
Good strong pours and friendle tenders help with the dive bar ambiance. Â Next time your are in THE O check it out.