The Whistle Stop

This place may be fun on game day, but it is horrible on a Thursday night.  I stayed near Lucas Oil Stadium and decided to check the place out because of my affinity for dive bars.  I apparently walked in between shifts for the bartenders.  I was one of 3 people in the bar(7:00 pm) and I'm pretty sure the other two worked there.  I tried to order food, but I had to wait due to the shift change.  I drank my Miller Lite in hopes of a good experience.  The cook walked out of the kitchen, lit up a smoke, and asked me if I was eating.  When I said "yes" he nodded and went outside to finish his cigarette.  Needless to say, I didn't order food from the nasty bar and won't return here any time soon.

Wow, was this place a bit strange. I had to drop my best friend off at the train station on New Years Eve, and we were early, so we stopped in here. If you want something that isn't like the rest of downtown. Maybe a little more raw, this would be your place. I sat at the bar, right by the door, so I didn't venture to the rest of the joint, but you've got hardwood floors, a bit of darkness and some ACDC- For Those About to Rock. A bottle of Bud Light was an average price. The bartender was very on her toes, asking us often if we were doing alright.

Not bad, not bad.

This is definitely my kind of bar. It's dark, laid back, has one of those spinning hot dog machines you see in gas stations, and the bartender sticks a pen in her hair.

It's the kind of place where even first-timers are referred to by name for the rest of their visit.

There was even a freaking mailman hanging out in the middle of the afternoon! Neither rain nor snow nor gloom of night can keep those folks from finding the best watering holes.

They sell carry out beer and booze which, considering their location across the street from the Greyhound station, probably keeps it full of colorful characters.

I'll see you there. Look for me on the stool under the stuffed mountain lion head wearing a football helmet.