Time Out Lounge

Time Out Lounge is tucked away behind a strip mall on Old Hammond at Drusilla.  Many times I have driven past this joint consumed with equal parts fear and fascination. Finally after many months of longing to go to this bar, an appropriate friend came to town to explore this shady bar.  I billed it to my friend that this is one of the dodgiest bars in BR.  I may be prone to the dramatics and have a  really odd standards for dodgy bars.

We turned off Drusilla and  followed the signs for the back entrance. This leads you through a decrepit apartment complex. The complex does have a pool, so the apts can't be all that bad- eeeek.  We meander through the parking lot and all the way at the rear of the complex is this pot of gold of a bar.  

Inside it is a bit like 1970s heaven. Wood paneling  with accent mirrors adorn the back of the bar. It kinda feels like someones rec room. There's a variety of sofas and low chairs, a healthy alcohol collection, Golden Tee and a dated jukebox made this place perfect.  In my opinion, every good hole in the wall should be a smoking environment.  This is indeed a good hole-in-the-wall, but it wasn't overly smoky.  My porcelain lungs approve even though my buddy was gleefully chain-smoking next to me.  

It's a completely ordinary bar, no one was scary and I love this bar.

Side note, you apparently can park on the Old Hammond HWY side as well, bypassing the scenic drive through the apartment complex-- I wouldn't recommend it, takes away a bit of the mystique.

Where you're sent when you're acting cranky.

A lounge before the word lounge made it back into the vernacular.  It is smoky, cheap, and a little rough around the edges.  

A man with a bandage around the circumference of his head approached my husband for a round of darts.  He was already playing another friend but offered him the board when he finished.  The bandaged man turned around to head back to the bar revealing his "tail" on his otherwise bald head.  I haven't seen one of those since '88.  Simply glorious.  I love this bar and every living thing in it...and I believe that there may be at least 3 species scurrying around (our human friend with the "tail" not withstanding).  At 2 bucks a beer during happy hour who cares who or what is sitting next to you?  Not this girl.