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I have to admit that I enjoy an adult beverage every now and then. (Okay, it is a little more "now," and a little less "then.")
And, I also must confess that it's been more than a few years since I attempted to sneak into a bar with a forged identification. (Matter of fact, I can't remember if I ever tried to gain entry into an adult establishment when I wasn't totally legal.)
And, one of the downsides of sliding a little bit more into the mature side of life is finding a drinking establishment that caters to a diverse clientele. People that know me can attest that I've never been a great respecter of age. But, I'm not (and never have been) a fan of joints where puking is a competitive sport. (And, yes, I can still probably drink you under the proverbial table. And, nope, I'm not proud of that fact.)
Yep, it's a total bitch getting a tad older.
Unfortunately, Dallas is sparse on places that have an uber cool factor, but can bring 'em in across the spectrum of ethnicity, gender, profession, and age.
Now, I have to say, when I want to quaff one or two after a long day, you won't find me trying to find a bud or two to tag along. Matter of fact, I'm one of those types that prefers to wander into my watering holes solo--and nope, not to scam on chicks (that train has long left the station and she ain't a comin' back)--but to practice my favorite hobby--that being a social anthropologist of sorts, studying the habits of our fair species when sucking down 120 proof.
And, when I do, one of my favorite stomping grounds where I can catch faces across the social spectrum is The Loon. Yep, on the right night, The Loon provides plenty of opportunities to master my hobby while still enjoying a tasty beverage.
After my years of careful analysis and research in peddlers of libations, such as The Loon, I've come up a with a list of observations about patrons visiting their favorite barkeep:
1. Guys and women--if they're young enough to call you "pops" or "mom," please--Don't. Even. Try. While you might think that you're still happenin'--you really look like a damn and pathetic fool. And, at worse, a creepy (but maybe legal) pedophile of sorts.
And the same thing is true in reverse. If that younger dude or dudette is saddling up to you trying to get their groove thang on, trust me, it's really not your charming personality or killer a** that is the object of their affection. Men, it's more likely the potential contents of your wallet which entices a few extra beats of their heart. And ladies, you're probably just a tad easier than that twenty-six year-old a few bar stools down.
2. Dudes, are you really that desperate where you have to triple or quadruple-team one single chick sitting at the bar? I really don't think that all four of you are going to get lucky with the same girl.
3. And women, tell me what are the attractive qualities about that guy groping you at the bar who has Ed Hardy stenciled from head-to-toe, shouts 30 decibels higher than anyone else in the joint, and in general, is just one giant prick? The best I can ascertain, it must be that lingering, instinctual urge, dating back many tens of thousands of years, to date a Neanderthal.
4. And guys, if the bar already has 90% dudes in the joint when you enter and you are obviously on the female prowl, your chances are not going to improve by making it 93%.
5. Ladies, despite what that cute dude at the bar just told you, it's almost a sure bet that he didn't win the Gatorade 500 that day at the Texas Motor Speedway.
Yep, I gotta admit that The Loon represents a most excellent Petri dish for my experiments on male and female social behavior in an adult beverage setting.
And, if you want a stout drink and some good people watchin,' might I suggest The Loon?
They don't make bars like this anymore, at least where I come from. Circular bar for optimal people watching. Check. Strong drinks and befuddled patrons. Check. In a strip mall. You bet.
Will this bar change the world? Probably not. But when my friend Nikki got up to use the restroom, I started talking to the guy next to me. Turns out he and I went to rivaling high schools in upstate New York. The world is a small place, my friends.
And now for some loon trivia:
The loon is the official state bird of Minnesota.
Mercer, Wisconsin promotes itself as the "Loon Capital of the World."
Why does this place have a line? Why is it located in a sketchy strip center? Why is it called The Loon? These are all questions that you are bound to have when you start your night at The Loon. By the end of the night, the questions shift to: Why did I order that final round of ridiculously strong drinks? Why am I so drunk? Why is this place closing up at 2 am when the night is still young? and Why did I ever question the sketchiness of this place and whether it was worth it to wait in line when I was on the outside? Why is it called The Loon?
That pretty much sums up a night at the Loon. The place is a blast.
I like this place on Sundays during football season when the Cowboys are playing. It can get rowdy. Stiff drinks + sometimes overzealous fans and their embarrassed girlfriends make it fun. This place has a bad rep for the typical uptown douchebaggery but I have yet to experience that, or at least feel uncomfortable there. Not that I am a regular by any stretch of the imagination.
3+ stars for the stiff drinks.
Had a veggie sandwich here that was pretty good. Finally got to sit down in here. Simple bar that has everything you need - drinks and eye candy.
Simple and clean on the inside. I view this place as a frat boy bar that has become eclectic cause… Read more »
Loon, if you weren't so darn close to my casa, I don't think I would visit very often. But considering the fact that I can walk home or use my extra change to cab it, I'll keep my affair with you going for a while longer.
I don't like you on the weekends, but I do wanna make out during the week. And only when I don't have anything to do the next morning, because I rarely wake up without feeling like pooh after our rendezvous. I'm not one to push through crowds and stand all night long, so let's keep our relationship on a Sunday through Wednesday schedule, got it? Nothing beats moseying over to you on a Monday night to catch a game and grab a canned beer.
Most of your bartenders are the sweetest (Justin, Mandy, Amy...), but others are a little rough around the edges (Stephanie); that's okay though, it's what gives you that special Loon attitude.
And keep your chef around because he cooks up some pretty tasty food. That hot dog is gigantic, your soft tacos are the bomb and mmm...nachos. Never tried that pork chop you always have on your specials board but I hear it's pretty fekking tasty.
I know you often get celebs to visit, but don't forget about your regulars like me. Just because I've seen Jason Kidd, the Wilson brothers and Turk from Scrubs in there doesn't mean anything...they're in there because they know they won't be bothered. Just like me, when I come to you to sneak away in a dark corner for Seven Minutes of Heaven.
See you in a few hours, my Loon lover.
Vodka kisses and tequila hugs,
Nikki
Intro:
Stopped by for a little daytime-drinking. Serious "locals" place in uptown. Slightly hostile, but hey, i can handle that.
Ups:
As far as a daytime drinking establishment goes, this place is it. Inside was dark and cool in the middle of July. Their icy beer hit the spot. Impressive menu for what appears to be mostly a bar. It's fun at night too, just much more crowded.
Downs:
Slow service seems to be par for the course. Indifferent bartenders pay more attention to regulars than to people they don't know. News flash.... IT'S HARD TURN A CUSTOMER INTO A REGULAR IF YOU DON' TRY.
Final words:
We continue to go back for what we think is the Loon's strong suit: a daytime hideaway.
Apparently all the new people i've met that go drinking in uptown loves the loon. The drinks here are strong.
It's quite hard to find at night when you're driving by since there are no huge signs, but just remember it's right in between the subway and the gas station across the street from the magnolia theatre.
The drinks are strong, and the time spent there was good. can't say it's got great bathrooms though, there is no lock on the men's door.
Overall great experience even though i'm a lightweight, it's even better if you hate how weak the drinks are at other places, they do not make weak drinks here.
3.75 stars. There is only one defensible reason that you come to the Loon - they pour the strongest drinks in Dallas, Texas. Any night of mine that prominently involved the Loon also involved at least one member of the party worshipping the toilet gods later on in the evening.
Like many places in Uptown, the crowd dresses a bit too nicely for what really is a glorified dive bar. The music selection borders on unredeemable. The food is unremarkable and unmemorable. There is an inordinate amount of douchebags that frequent this place.
Yet, the saving grace is that every bartender in here will make you a ridiculously strong drink. I've never been disappointed; indeed, the only place that consistently makes drinks as strong as the Loon that I've encountered is the Russia House in Washington, DC. I should probably note at this time that I've reviewed well over 100 bars on Yelp that span the nation. I should probably drink less alcohol.
In any event, if you don't expect anything more than strong drinks, you'll enjoy the Loon. It's definitely worth a visit if you happen to be in Uptown.
Though I am only able to rate the Loon once, the place really is two different bars. During the weekdays or daytime hours, this place is the best. Stong pours & good food. During the weekends, this place is a disaster, long line, loud music, standing room only, & dare I say a ahole or dbag crowd??? There is no reason a place like the Loon should have a line. The ages of the patrons as you can guess varies from older to younger during this daytime/nighttime transformation. Bottom line, a great place to get a sttiff drink, but has become a too trendy.
If I'm looking to tie one on and forget my day (and possibly my name), this is the place I hit. The Loon has the strongest drinks in Uptown, hands down. Order a drink, take a sip, and hello, I'm drunk! My vodka tonics are usually 95% vodka, splash of tonic, and a lime or two to distract me from my worries. It is a bit of a dive bar and can get extremely crowded, but what fun is an empty bar? I much prefer to drink in a location where I can randomly rub against people (hot men, please) and not have my intentions questioned. Even if they are, in fact, questionable. :)
If you get there early enough, you may be able to snag a seat or a pool table. And, if you're lucky, you may be subjected to a few local celebrity sightings. Ever seen a 7' man drunk? I have! Good times, indeed. Service is a bit hit-or-miss, but after a few adult beverages, you won't notice.
Loon. Strongest pour in Dallas. Period.
The Loon is what a bar should be. Eerily dark, slightly cold even on a 112 degree Dallas day, amazing bar food (no really), & bartenders who are totally over you before they've even met you...
I should say that I live a stones throw from The Loon. When I first moved to uptown, every Tom Dick and Harry who found themselves at the Loon on any given night would call me up, "Hey, D, I'm at the Loon. Come meet me..." Um, arm twisted. I found myself at the Loon pretty much on days that ends in Y. I was a regular. I've had a few experiences that I'd like to forget/keep in my memory bank strictly for the story:
1. My friend at closing time tried to steal a framed picture off the wall. It was 2 ft x 3ft. I thought I was banned for life.
2. One time during a severe T-storm (the kind where Pete Delkus' head explodes) the electricity went out at The Loon. What happened? Nothing. People kept drinking. Bartenders kept pouring. I drank by the light of cell phone. Epic.
3. The entirety of 2004 I was let in the back door by my man MJ, even when the line reached said back door. People wondered who I was.
4. I once had a bartender ask to touch my hair. I let him. It was oddly erotic but oh so Loon.
If you want a drink they way a drink should be made, visit the Loon. However, avoid the weekends after 11pm. Seems the SMU crowd has stumbled upon this uptown relic. Boo. Go Frogs!
This bar is greatness! I've been going here for years, but after a hiatus, I returned this weekend to find the place absolutely packed. I managed to get an awesome bartender though, who was really on top of her game and didn't make me wait long for service - just because she was working her ass off. She also got mouthy with this douchebag, which made me like her even more.
Like everyone else has said, the drinks are strong, which is good, because the non-happy hour mixed drink price is $6.50. I do prefer this place during the after work hours, just because on the weekends it can be way too crowded.
There were also a fair number of douchebags in there last Friday, which isn't the Loon's fault, but the non-douches should be given a head's up.
Still, love this bar man!
Okay, so yes very strong drinks and everyone knows that by now. And everyone loves that. But on the weekends the place is just so damn packed (the many times I've been) that it is almost too much. Service is as good as it can be being how crowded it is. So once you get your chance to order, the bartenders give really generous pours and they remember your face.
Come here with some friends before it gets packed and get a table, then it should be a good time. But when it gets packed, it's almost a bit too much.
What do I love about the loon... I am not sure that it is all together entirely clear. The strong drinks are obviously a bonus, but I am a cocktail wuss and therefore can't handle the heavy pour here (I stick to cans of beer). Maybe it is the fact that pretty much whenever I go, any time of day, there is likely to be at least one familiar face. I haven't lived in Dallas, or Texas even, for seven years now so I can appreciate a good high school run-in. Whatever it is, there is something great about lounging on that big green couch in front of the fireplace mid-day at the loon with friends... when you have already decided to do nothing with yourself for the time being but get inappropriately wasted!
Most of these reviews refer to the "bar" nature of The Loon. Mine shall refer to the "restaurant" nature.
1) I frequently see roaches in this place, to the point where several of my work friends (we work around the corner) refuse to go back.
2) The food is so yummy, I DON'T CARE. Call me gross, but that's just the way it is. I especially recommend the pizza and the BLT. Not together.
I went in on a Saturday night & I'll never do that again, ever. This place was terrible, you couldn't stand without touching at least 3 other people at any given time, there was no way we were ever going to get a drink, hate, hate, hate that kind of atmosphere.
I might go back on a weeknight and change my rating as I imagine it isn't as crowded and I've heard they have great drink deals, but until then. BLEH
Wow, don't drink your normal 3 or 4 drinks here and expect to make it home ;)
I love dive bars, and my first time going to the Loon was great. Met some cool people, some cute girls, and watched sports on their plasma TV.
Can't say anything about their bar food, but I've heard it's great.
The alcohol is poured liberally here, so go easy on your drinks. Or just stick to beer ;)
My only complaint-- and a minor one-- is that it's too light inside for truly world class dive bar.
My favorite bar in Uptown (except on weekends). It reminds me of the divey bars that I love up north. The drinks are strong and it is usually laid back and not crowded on the weekdays. I have seen Dirk Nowitzki come in here a few times (I was told he is a regular).
I have had a many fun weekday night here (and not so fun day at work the next) thanks to this place...but stay away on the weekends, you have been warned.
I know. I miss you guys too. Stupid job search taking up all my time.
Anywho, The Loon. The Loon now holds a special place in my heart, and my vomited DNA holds a special place in the cracks of the parking lot.
I blame the trauma of watching the VP debate and Palin's utter stupidity for leading me to believe I could drink about 2 gallons of alcohol and somehow remain coherent. But a bottle of RED wine, a margarita, and a hella-strong vodka tonic later, I was apparently attempting to date rape my boyfriend in the midst of the poor patrons of The Loon.
The Loon's true colors are what give it four stars, and its naughty habit of allowing me to order 2 rounds when I was clearly nearing unconciousness is what kept it from five. The next day, I actually got a good, sober look at The Loon when I went to pick up my purse, which I'd apparently left at our table when I stumbled outside for....what really drunk people do.
Somehow, someway, I retrieved my stuff with not a thing stolen. I can't even leave my bag for a 5 minute romp on the dance floor at the Black Finn without someone taking it.
Point: The Loon is a tiny, dark place for people to just be drunk (but not Sarah-drunk). No one cares what you wear, and I love places where I could sit at the bar without fear that someone named Tad or Brock will follow me to the bathroom and attempt to bribe me into an "encounter."
Plus, if you leave your crap just laying around, a nice patron will bring it to the bar for you to pick up the next day.
Thanks for meeting me here at this fine Olive Garden (P.S. Thanks for the suggestion, Dirk E). There's something I have to tell you and it is very difficult to get out...
I'm leaving you, Loon. I have had it with your flippant ways. One day you're cool, and the next you're not. One day I go in and our friends are there having a good time drinking from your lovely fountain. The next day I come and see you giving your sauces to anyone and everyone! Honestly, I don't even know you anymore.
Dive? Not so much anymore. You let everyone and their mom get a piece of you. The once best hidden secret is now a fave on the list of well... everyone and their mom. And I do mean their moms.
You've changed. You used to be so welcoming, but now I have to fight to even get a sip from you. Now you have lines waiting for people to get in. There's even a somewhat VIP second door. WTF?
I'm sorry to say that I'm ending our relationship. We're just too different now. In the words of The Righteous Brothers...
"You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips. And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips. You're trying hard not to show it baby but baby, baby I know it.
You've lost that loving feeling. Ohhh that loving feeling. You've lost that loving feeling, now it's gone, gone, goooone."
Go to the Loon for ONE
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A friend of my shrink talked me into going here a few weeks back. I guess she had an inside track into my state of mind after dumping the last beau.
Yes, I needed liquid adult refreshment....and fast...after saying goodbye to the last cheap bastard in my life. And, The Loon delivers with stiff libations that can cure any post, semi, sort-of, in-your-dreams, type of relationship.
After three martinis chased by a couple of Singapore Slings, my friend Marna nearly had to nearly wipe my ass off the floor. (Pardon my French.)
I would highly recommend the Loon as the perfect cure to your next failed relationship.
(However, the Loon fails miserably on the Ferrari Enzo sightings index ... zero. Sigh.)
I think I've outgrown the Loon. When I was in college, I used to go her quite a bit and always had fun. But if you're not in college, I would go somewhere else. There are two types of people that frequent the loon....1. people in college and 2. people who wish they were in college but need to grow up.
The only positive is that they still know how to make strong drinks.
Ahh...The Loon. When I was in college, this place was a regular for me and my friends. But even… Read more »
There was a time when those of us probably mistaken for "Moms" knew the Loon was cool and didn't have to worry about young'uns invading our space and setting it on the downhill slide into "Cool".
Seriously, the Loon has lost the dive charm that drew me there on many a night in the '70s to bend elbows with the local journalists ( you know the ones that wrote stories about real issues, not "lifestyle" features) and flirt with the younger bartender who ended up inheriting the dear ole man's digs.
Its still good for belting down a few, but I think the Uptown contagion is taking hold. Anyone got an antidote?
You will like the Loon if
1) you graduated from college in the last 5 years
2) you're in denial that mid-30's is too old to be having drinks in the college scene
3) you enjoy putting on a dress / heels / falsies and getting your hair done to go to a sports bar
Husband and buddy fell into category 2 last Saturday night.
Hahaha.
I dont know what to say about the Loon except they have hella strong drinks and amazing food for a bar.
For a low key, jeans type of place in Dallas, this is it. There are newbies and regulars that go to the Loon and on Friday and Saturday nights it is PACKED!
Beware....this is home to the SMU frat boy. (major FLAW)
Eh, it's ok. Nothing to get worked up about . I'll start with the pro's... DRINKS ARE STRONG!!! You get your money's worth and then some. The food is above average in taste for bar food. The bartenders were pretty cool with a good sense of humor. The crowd was not so bad and the girls were HOT at times and not so hot many other times. Great place all in all for a college type hang out.
Now lets talk about the con's... the wait staff is rude, inexperienced, and slow. They try to hard to appear nice but end up putting their foot in their mouth. The pool tables were dirty last time I was there with stains and what appeared to be cleaned up vomit saturated into the felt, the pool sticks were not the best and some were broken, and the place was too packed at times which left little room to have a decent conversation. Felt like I was at a lounge or dance club with all the noise despite the decor and seating arrangements which left me screaming in order to speak... unless you secure the tables at the back end of the bar.
I'd say its worth a stop but from your initial visit assess the spot and decide for yourself if it's for you.
Loon, you are an oasis in Uptown. Yes, you can get full of annoying Uptown peeps rather quickly, but those freakin CRAZY STRONG drinks definitely improve even my most surly attitude. You are the man that can always cheer me up! The (homemade?) chips were awesome...or maybe that was because I was drinking your phenomenal drinks. Thanks Loon, for the oasis and for the mind-erase. But I don't thank you for the all day hangover that rendered me physically unable to eat any life-restoring Vitamin G. But unlike Melody, I'm not gonna dump you...I'm going to keep you as that bad boy booty call that I see any time I am in the area, even if I do feel naughty and kind of used and abused the next day. See ya next time - call me! ;)
I have never been sober after leaving the Loon. Once I had to ask for a slight bit more diet coke… Read more »
I love any bar that will serve you beer in a can, especially in Uptown. The Loon has the looks of a dive bar and a mix of your regular Uptown crowd with some more casual folks. It can can extremely crowded to the point where it's hard to walk around so I prefer the Loon on a week night when it isn't quite as packed.
How could I forget the Loon on my dives list?
BAD UPTOWNER! BAD!
The Loon is stinky, it's ugly, it's in a hideous shopping center, and it's possibly the the best bar in Uptown. Oh there's pretension, don't you worry about that! If you're looking for the pretty people. you've still come to the right part of town . . . just know that this is where the pretty people get so drunk that they don't care what sort of mistakes they make. (I'm betting this statement has just up'd their sales ten fold)
"Cheap" drinks (for uptown)
"Strong" drinks (for ANYWHERE, hell I've had weaker Jameson Rocks in Dublin...)
"Pretty" people (not for uptown, but for everywhere else in Dallas)
Cheers!
Supposedly this is one of the recommended places in Dallas. We all took a Stoli cran vodka shot. I came out alright but one or two girls couldn't handle it. We left before we got kicked out. The place is full of TVs playing videos of extreme sports. I didn't check out the patrons because I'm a good girl and there is no point out in doing any sort of checking out here in Texas.
ohhhhh sweet lord. . .the only reason i give the loon 3 stars is because it prevents me from functioning for most of the next day. sure it's cramped and hot and full of all the people you talk about when you give your reasons for hating uptown, but where else are you going to get a beer and a shot of jack the size of your fist for that cheap?
nowhere.
in between handfuls of extra strength tylenol and sips of vitamin water i can always count on my memory to remind me of 2 things that happened the night before: 1) i had a great time despite the disappointing douchebag to hot girl ratio and 2) that was my last time to ever visit the loon.
i've been saying these things for the past 5 years and odds are, it's a trend that will continue.
beginner's tip: if you are talking to a cute girl and she orders a long island iced tea, run away. she's either an alcoholic and crazy as all get out or she's going to show your shoes her dinner in the next 10 minutes.
After reading my friend Chris M's review- who can top that? Suffice it to say if you haven't figured out yet- they're drinks are STRONG.....SUPER STRONG. White Russian's there are my drink of choice. Cold days in front of the fireplace watching college football are always fun.....but starting (or ending) a night there is always a good time. Don't be a puss and drink beer.
The only place in town where the standard pour is a double! Sweet!!!
The meatball sub and pizza are amazing. I actually randomly met the owner of the Loon, his name is Cliff, while hanging out at Hully and Moe's.
Oh my god! I can't even believe it, though I see it with my own two eyes. Number 1! The remnants of a once glorious shit hole where true drunks drank alone while watching jeopardy, perfect for the guy who hasn't told his wife he got fired months ago or his kids' that when he says state colleges he means junior college if they take up track and turn out to be fast Then they bought out the place next door and made the half bar whole, all the way around, and added a bathroom that locks.
Now, it's this irresistible den of inevitability attracting a class of folk that were no doubt born with coat hangers stuck in their heads, or douches in their mouths. A good, god-fearing, conflict hating, and saver of lives when caught in the moment and acting on pure reflexes, who just wants to sit by himself and look at girls and sometimes smile and nod and mouth the words, "Ina. gotta. davida. baby", not expecting them to know that the song was sung by Iron Butterfly and it was supposed to be called, "In the Garden of Eden" but the singer was so drunk he recorded it "inagotadavida"; no, I don't need them to know anything interesting at all, maybe just nod back and pull a little Phoebe Cates in Fast Times, leading up to a little Jennifer Jason Leigh, without the whole aftermath, just good times and sad lives. No, my friends and people I hate and more importantly, those who hate me, even those who are apathetic, not that it matters to you, they don't nod back or untie their front tie bikinis, they just look disgusted and confused and ask whoever is next to them if it's illegal to hire a hitman to kill that one particular creep "who is looking at me and mouthing the words, 'I'm gonna get even' to me, then smiling-- surely there's an amendment for him.." And you can't strike up a conversation with the guy next to you, because he might be a new recruit to the money city, the Da-Da-D, and when he drinky too much he like the rumble, and he say, "What the fuck did you just say to me? Just go over there, bro. I'm warning you. Dax, Hammerhead! Get over here before I twist this guy's head off like a bottle cap- a domestic bottlecap, cause you can't twist the imported caps- which doesn't make sense, but I'll just crack your neck like I would a corona when I get mad at your head for not twisting off! And what the fuck do you have to get even with my girlfriend? You shouldn't even be allowed to look at people! I bet you have no idea what the current interest rate is, or what investment bankers do or for who, and what is escrow? Do you even know? I live across the street, above the social house, when i get home I open my window and pop in a fucking mix cd full of fucking 90's hits which I choose because they make me want to keep fucking partying, and guess what- i keep partying, because I'm diversified, and as liquid as I wanna be. What about you, lonely guy? Do you live with your mom and sleep in your truck and suck three drinks all night because you could only borrow twenty from her and steal six from her purse, and you come here even though you hate it, because you really like it and you wish you were going home with Katja, which is why you want to get even with her, because she's that hot and she like the me! Hammerhead! Conquistador, Tad, Marcos Consuelos- get over here, I'm gonna end up pushing this guys brains into his body like pieces of the cork on a good chianti, because I didn't cork screw my fist into his skull straight, and it started to crack and then I'll ty to pull it out, but you know there's cork going in that bottle, or in this case, brains!"
You know, honestly I've never had that conversation with anyone there, it just feels like it, because I'm thinking it, you know? I do live with moms and sleep in the chevy and sometimes that extra six dollars means another hour of silently judging people who are undoubtedly label shoppers, wearing neo-vintage $500 blue jeans with the 200 hundred dollar t-shirt under the lavender french cuffed button up that they actually showed to their buddy and said, "yes, man! Look at this! Don't look at it! I don't want your eyes to steal the fucking awesomeness from it- I'm gonna wear it to the loon! When the time is right."
Wait, I am completely embellishing and exaggeration of a made up story, here. The loon is awesome. The people who frequent the place are salt of the earth, and the girls respond to the Inagotadevida line by saying how sad it is that the lead singer disappeared so mysteriously. I mean I go there, by choice, alone. It doesn't go well a lot of times, but maybe that's me. And I don't see the loon on yelp, bagging me. They still make strong drinks, the girls are a lot better looking these days, and once I even picked up a girl there, even though I later found out she was a hooker somebody bought for me, it was still free to me, and she was escourt quality. 5 stars. Don't do as I say, do as I do.
The strongest drink in town.
Pretty self-explanatory.
After 2, nothing else matters anyway.
The good:
*Their drinks are stiff. Really stiff.
*Their napoli pizza (with crisp crust, perfect mozzerella cheese, and loads of basil) is excellent.
*They've got a big screen, on which I've watched many nationally televised Red Sox games.
The bad:
*Once it hits 8pm, the crowd changes. And it sucks. Unless you enjoy hanging out with meatheads and bimbos, this probably isn't your scene.
My advice: go early to get your drink on and get the hell out.
The Loon is in a strip center across from West Village next door to a Subway. Don't let the location or lack of signage fool you--it's worth the hunt for this local haunt of SMU kids and businessmen alike. The diverse crowd comes for one reason: the Loon has the strongest and cheapest drinks in town. For about $6 dollars, your order of a Crown and Coke gets you a double of Crown and a splash of Coke (literally). If stiff drinks aren't your thing, they also have canned beer and house wine. The food here is suprisingly good. Sit at the bar or try to squeeze into the usually crowded table area to give any one of their pizzas a try, or the calamari, which is superb. Thursdays are primarily a college crowd, and local teams bring in the sports crowds. If you ever have a problem, ask Noe the bartender to help, or try flagging down the white-haired guy who sits at the end of the bar--he's the owner, and he is typically there every night!
Ahh the Loon, now this is how a drink is supposed to be made. I have been going here for years and it is one of my favorite bars. Although in recent times it has been overrun with people from SMU,( I don't mind the girls), its still a really fun place. You might have to get there early to beat the crowd,( usually before 10p) but that can get dangerous because of the magnificent drinks they serve. The food here is great, if you have not had a Loon burger then go there and get one, the jalapeno poppers are legendary and the pizza is delicious. There is a pool table and scattered TVs, in the winter they crank up the fireplaces by the couches. I love this bar.
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Dallas, TX
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Dallas, TX
Category: Pubs
Dallas, TX
Category: Dive Bars
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