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Andy's Place - CLOSED
One review for Andy's Place
1 review in English
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Review from Ben C.
Los Gatos, CA
4/5/2007
I was in SLC for three nights, visiting a buddy who was there for a month on business. Sadly, we discovered Andy's Place on my last night in town.
The place is a greasy dive bar. Without a doubt. It's not a wannabe let's-give-the-appearance-that-we're-a-greasy-dive -bar-because-it's-chic kinda place. It's old. If Andy had a face, you'd call it "leathered" and that would be kind. It's perfect.
Now my buddy and me are two minorities. So already we stuck out. The last time we went to a dive bar was in Wyoming. We stuck out there too.
That experience in Wyoming went like this:
-We walk in.
-Everyone. I mean EVERYONE (granted there were about 10-15 people in the place) turned, stopped talking, and watched us as we approached the bar.
-We order two beers.
-Finally people start talking again but we keep getting glances.
-We quickly down our beers and walk out.
Just about the only thing that didn't happen was the record scratching to a halt on our entrance.
I tell you this so that you know with what anxious anticipation we entered Andy's. (On the side, you might be wondering why we decided to go anyway? Well we were going to go to a social club further down the street but it was dead and we weren't going to join/pay the fees to enter a dead place. We just wanted to drink and hang out). Anyway...
-We enter the place. There are 7 people in there. And that's including us.
-Two are in conversation and don't bother looking up. One's concerned with the jukebox. The other guy is watching the news on the TV. The barkeeper was the only one who looked up. (To us, things are looking good)
-The barkeeper greets us. Mind you, we're literally just passing the door frame. "Hey you two! Haven't seen you guys here in a while."
-Uh what? We turn around to see if there's anyone behind us. Nope. She's talking to us.
What follows for the next few hours was f-u-n. No we didn't get piss drunk. No we didn't meet the hottest women in Utah.
It's a neighborhood bar. The barkeeper knows her patrons all by name. Heck, all the patrons knew each other by name. And after we worked out the mix-up (all minorities must look alike, right? right?) I ended up getting to know the barkeeper and one patron in particular pretty well through decent conversation.
In short, this place is a bar you could easily feel at home in.
My buddy and I knocked back a few pitchers while playing electronic darts (watch it when you enter, the machine is placed oddly near the door). We stuck around a lot longer than we thought we would. And it was our big regret that we didn't go here on our first night instead of our last.
