Sherwood Inn

I like The New Look, NO Smoking Inside Now, Smaller Bar, Better Feel, KJ Dan is Awesome, Great Great Selection Of Songs, and Awesome Sound, Nice Guy Too… Still Attracts a Seedy Crowd, Still in a Shittly Section of Town, But The Bar is Better For Sure.

I’m giving this place 5 stars for being absolutely entertaining. Darker than a closet, no AC, cheap/​strong drinks, and heinous old Asian chicks wearing stripper gear who grind all over the old dudes at the bar. You do the math on the last one.

Oh my God.
And for someone as wildly attracted to the dive bar scene as I am, you KNOW that’s not a good time. It’s not that this place hates fun; it just has a very contorted idea of what constitutes ‘fun.‘
It probably helped that I was already pretty tipsy walking in here. It probably also helped that I was with four other guys. Ordinarily I would absolutely love this place. There’s just a number of things that rubbed (oh GOD did I just use the word ‘rubbed’ when talking about Sherwood… OH GOOOOD) me the wrong way.
First of all, pool is $ 1? Ugh. You know times are tough when your own dive bar pool table seems to be scamming you.
Second of all, jukebox songs are $ 1? Good Lord. I stupidly purchased 5 credits for $ 2 not realizing that each song would be 2 credits. When I tried to shove extra quarters in, I figured out all too late that it was jammed (that’s so what she said). Ugh. I didn’t want to be standing here in the dark corner of this bar effing with the machine, so whatever, you win this time, music robot.
Third of all, the bathrooms are hella sketch. On one side, the women’s bathroom is padlocked shut and the neighboring men’s bathroom has no lock. Sweet. I got escorted by our friendly lady bartender to the opposite side of the «dance floor» down a dark hallway and to the ‘other’ ladies’ room. Whatever, piss and go, piss and go.
Lastly, I don’t know what it is about this place, but the ‘regulars’ who were seated at the bar itself didn’t exactly give off an awesome vibe. Maybe it was because they were obscured in darkness occasionally lit up by the disco ball shining around them. Or maybe it was because they stared at us relentlessly and skeezily throughout our stay. Or maybe it was said ‘friendly lady bartender’ who was attempting to get a little too ‘friendly’ with my brother. Right there. So awesome. As we were leaving she was like, ‘Come back tomorrow for karaōke, okay?’ I just smiled and nodded. Wait, did she say ‘karaōke’ or ‘syphilis’? I’m not sure anymore.
Wow. Just wow. I feel like Sherwood Inn is right about that point where I call time out and politely request a dive bar intervention from my closest friends and family.

This place is classic. and for people who ONLY like dive shit holes and a good show… as in «show» i mean scantly clad 50yrs+ women who will mingle, rub and sing the WORST karaōke ever! Ive been going there for over 5yrs and I must say I haven’t found another bar like it. You use to be able to smoke inside even after the laws banned it (at your own risk of course). farting homeless old ladies (harmless tho), drunken old men gawking at the Vietnamese owners Mai and her sister. There was Angela, who was as frisky as a rabbit in heat. Candy, whose outfits put Pamela Anderson’s playboy career to shame. There was another Asian who was just as interesting as the rest… this place is CLASSIC! Drinks are cheap and strong. DON’T USE YOU CREDIT CARD, you may end up with extra booze charges, so cash is the safest bet. Last but not lease there is Donna the karaōke lady who rides a motorcycle. She was so sweet and as tough as nails, so make sure you tip her!!! Go in groups and be nice!!!