BarFly's Review of Joe's Cellar
On the edge of northwest's still-extant industrial zones, the damnably-loyal blue-collar and blue-haired (some choosing retirement locale upon Joe's proximity) regulars drink chockablock 'round the horseshoe bar with gentler new locals and journalist manques wandering down from the new WW HQ. It's not actually a cellar, and nobody, of course, seems to remember a Joe - if anything, the unadorned bar and perennially unoccupied diner portion seem an oversized, enclosed porch welcoming friendly onlookers with strong-as-fuck specials and all-day gravy-infused breakfasts. The juke's slowly changing, perhaps, and the morning happy-hours serve a different sort of graveyard employee these days, but they couldn't be handling the transition with more grace. One trembles at the next generation's animatronic longshoremen.
I loved it, the regulars & BTs seemed cool, played a few good
games of pool and just felt at home. mentioned this place
to another regular at the Yam later and he scoffed and said it
was filled with meth junkies etc ... i just laughed (i.e. pot meet kettle)
Joes made me feel like a regular after just the first shot! It was amazing and now, I really am a regular! haha See you soon!
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and I feel right at home. I like places where the clientle is older than dirt. Drinks are stiff, food is good and finally they've got a decent jukebox.
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What a great place! A really great mix of peope, lots of conversation. Really freindly people.
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