Sugar Shack

Another place that has gone the way of the dodo. This place will live on for me. This was my Cheers. Big thanks to Lance, Cy, Tank, Mark, Fletch, Bennett, DJ Bryan C and many other bartenders and bouncers for keeping me thoroughly entertained on the weekends.

Inexpensive drinks, music is top 40 style dance music. It get REALLY ghetto but i don’t really have a problem with that.

So I must have went on a non-​hip hop night, which is cool for me. There’s nothing better than walking into a bar and the DJ is spinning Pantera and Motorhead.
I flew in from California for a business meeting and a couple of my co-​workers quickly realized I was not a «Shops at Legacy» guy, so we were going to check out Deep Ellum and Lower Greenville. We ended up starting in LG and never left until the bars shut down. I started at Billiard Bar, which was cool. Whisky Bar and their ‘Rave’ night was disappointing. Sugar Shack… walked past it a couple times and finally gave it a go. The music selection was great and made it easy to down the somewhat strong Jack and 7’s.
All in all, with the drinks, the music, and a very interesting cast of characters (I could swear there was a lady well beyond cougar, pimping out two girls or trying to get guys to make a porn), I would definitely go back. As long as it isn’t hip-​hop night.

Funny little place on lower greenville. Being in such a high-​traffic area the crowd is not predictable. Decent drinks. Music is OK. Last time I went I was the only male in the bar and there was like 30 women. Awesome.

Did you notice your bar stool has udders? No, it’s not a pick up line, it’s a factual observation… and you must be at the Sugar Shack!
Once you get passed the stench of generic pine sol and cigarettes — you are sure to be entertained. The bras and panties hanging from the ceiling, the oddly arranged dolls on the walls and other areas of the bar are also good conversation pieces. But if you’re not in the mood to chat — order up a Fishbowl, the drink of choice at this Shack!
No, this is not your childhood blue Kool Aid people, more like the trash-​can punch of your adolescence. A tremendously pastel combination of liquor conveniently captured in yes, a plastic fish bowl. Which after finishing one off, you may well be able to squeeze yourself into for a swim… ask for about 12 straws and partake in the ultimate exercise in networking!
Always a fun crowd — probably has something to do with the abundance of liquor in the fish bowl containers everyone’s sucking down.
Confusing bathroom signs — they also might have something to do with the contents of the fish bowl!
Never disappointing. So stop in, hold your breath as you walk through the threshold, and have a hell of a time!

I went to sugar shack on my 21^st and then again on a girls night out. It was really fun but we were there early and it wasn’t as packed as it can get. I didn’t have a lesbo whore who tried to grab my chest but we did see alot of bras hanging from the ceiling, I’m not about to throw my vicky up there. The Jagger bombs were delious but nothing to go crazy about. I mostly liked sugar shack because of the rock music.
I wont make it a out standing plans to go there but when ever we are on LG I will go back =)

Who was I kidding thinking I could drink a whole fishbowl alone?
We went out for St. Patty’s yesterday and to celebrate a 21^st birthday. We parked down at Mockingbird Station for fear of lack of parking and we walkkkkkked forever. Greenville’s gotta get conglomerated or something or maybe we just parked on the wrong side. It’s all right this walk would be our saving grace later.
After turning our noses up at a few places on Greenville, we met up with some friends at Sugar Shack. Dive bar for the win! Prices were average but a fishbowl?! I knew I had to have one the minute I saw some guy come by with one– no matter what. Full of Midori (yum!) and some other alkie-​hols; it was sweet and had I not been handed shots in between– I may have finished the damn thing! But it was a freaking chore. I was tempted to ask random strangers walking by to help me with sips.
Majority of people were pretty chill but it was packed and the air inside felt muggy. Dudebro factor — 3.
Music was 80’s pop/​hair rock. Lots of seating and very funky interior. Alllll right. By my third shot, I was sipping from the fishbowl and wailing, «I’m hot sticky sweet from head down to to my feeeeeet!» with the rest of the drunks, er, my friends.
Maybe it was the music or the fishbowl but after a while, the air got clearer, the prices didn’t matter, and while the bathrooms were nasty and nonfunctional (as it got more crowded) — it was allllll good. It seemed like getting service at the bar wasn’t bad if you moved your way up with a smile and a hair flip. Keep your eye on the bartender and wait for an opening — that’s the way to play. A good bar’s got good booze, good friends, and great atmosphere. That’s what we got!
And the walk back? A lot faster and by the time, we got there– our driver was done with his buzz and sober! Woohoo!

I went to Sugar Shack as a stop for a Bachelorette party barhop and never left to go to other bars. We had so much fun dancing and screaming 80s songs at the top of our lungs. People were friendly, the fishbowls were super popular, well drinks are strong and well worth the money, and shots were yummy, even jello shots all around!
And yes, laura n. is right, definitely wouldn’t label this as classy (and there are some cougars), but if you’re looking for a fun night out with some close friends, this might be your stop! Definitely worth a visit for a fun night out. If you’re looking for a quality hookup, probably not a great place… only giving it 3 stars because I’m not sure how it would be if I wasn’t part of a Bachelorette party the night I visited. I’ll be sure and update this if I visit again soon and feel the same!

This was the bar that introduced me to the Lower Greenville experience. I had been to a few other bars on LG, but Sugar Shack showed me why websites like Barking Dogs exist. That statement is neither an endorsement for or against either the bars on LG or BD.
Anyway, the wells are the same price as most other places on LG, but! $ 12 fishbowls. They taste like a fruity water and their alcohol content is questionable.
Additionally, the music is usually pretty good. Watch out for cougars.

this is not a classy place for a night out. no.
it is, however, a place to see bar fights and drink fishbowls full of some unknown drink mix for 12 dollas a pop. it is a trashy, trashy bar. sign me up!
if you’re snarky, the people-​watching here is excellent. we saw some dood get tossed out onto the concrete (for having a brawl) and arrested literally before we got in the door! i love it!

god.
i mean just dont do it.
if you wanna go there, thats cool, but damn.
dark.

Slutty, drunk, coked-​up bartender who doesn’t serve drinks? You’ve come to the right place!
We went here and I waited for 10 minutes for the slutty, wanna-​be lesbian in the rock-​a-​billy cowboy hat to serve me. She was too busy flirting to notice me or the guy next to me despite that we were both clutching $ 20 bills. (Usually, this approach works.) She finally beckoned me over and told me if I lifted my shirt and flashed my boobs, she would give me a Jäger-​bomb.
Now, I’m not a big fan of showing my breasts to get service. And for a Jäger-​bomb? Was this bitch kidding?
Since I had been drinking and was desperate for more booze, I went ahead and showed her my chest. She then leaned over the bar and tried to remove the presents from the package (if you know what I mean) and I immediately stepped back and told her to fuck off. Then she had the nerve to ask me for a kiss. I said my boyfriend was there and he would get mad if I did something like that. Now can she take my $ 20 and get me and my friends drinks? She put the Jäger-​Bomb in front of me and turned around and walked over to dance with some guy at the other end of the bar.
Some guy ran out of the back a few minutes later and served me. He at least looked apologetic for his co-worker’s behavior.
So, unless your a woman and you want to be molested by a drunk, coked-​up, diseased, lower-​Greenville whore, I would avoid this place.