Quincy Bar & Grill

Shifty place. Security guards are terrible, they have bad attitudes and can’t be informative or decent. Please just go somewhere else… It’s not worth your time. They offer bad beer and bad drinks. The people who go here are washed up and nasty… no offense it’s just not a hip place to go. Go to a good place to eat and go back to your buddies house to drink. Not worth your time, go play pong and card games.

This is a real traditionally Western Bar, with good prices and service. This is just the kind of bar we look for when traveling around the west.

If you’re looking to recreate the experience of Denver’s Colfax dive bar scene out here on the Western slope, look no further. The whole place smells like a urinal mint and old barf. The drinks are strong though. And the crowd is interesting.

Is it a dirtiest dive, no. It’s the homely place to drink in town and there are pinball machines

The Dirtiest of Dive Bars.
Dirty little beer bars are my favorite, and this place has all the dirty and more! It’s always an eclectic crowd at Quincy’s, and I’ve come to have my favorite regulars that I’m always glad to see here. They have some creative paintings on the wall and a juke-​box that plays everything under the sun. There’s a DJ on Fridays, Saturdays. I have never failed to meet an interesting person at Quincy’s. As far as the «Grill» goes, their grill is anything-​that-​can-​be-​microwaved, so don’t come hungry.
Favorite drink: Mystic Biscuit

I’m thrilled to hear Quincy’s is alive and. well. Alive anyway. I used to hang here back around ’85. it was a dive then too, but it had a more socially important function — it was the closest thing to a gay/​lesbian bar in GJ, and certainly to only venue for the surrounding smaller towns.
Current aficionados, does it still provide refuge to the area’s gay population?
P.S.
Faded 1920’s dancers painted on blueish walls still say «homey bar» to me.

The last time I was here, a fight that started inside ended with a murder out front, but that hardly ever happens, so don’t let that put you off. There are a few crazy regulars, but I think most of the patrons are here to socialize and spend their Social Security checks. I met a really nice young woman here, but alas, it was not to be. She was reporting to the county jail within a week or so for a six month stay. It seems she likes to fight other women after a few too many.
The most popular drink here is a shot backed up by a half pitcher of beer. There is smoking out back, and a bouncer up front at night checking IDs and making sure the 86ed don’t sneek back in. Sure it smells like urine and stale beer when you walk through the door, but that’s part of the charm. This is the real deal.

One word: DIVE! Actually, it’s more like MEGA-​DIVE! I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, if that’s what you’re looking for but, wow, this place was a… well, let’s say…“interesting”…place to drink. The bartender and the locals were friendly enough, but there were definately more than a few odd, off-​the-​wall characters present. Needless to say, there was some decent «people-​watching» to be had. Still, it was a great place for a quick escape from the afternoon heat, and the drinks were good, but I can’t say it was really my scene.

Oh, the Q. How many a strange night or day I have had there.
They are the only place in town to serve PBR in a bottle, which gives you the chance to win a free bee, woo! The game? If you don’t already know, under each PBR cap is a card, ace of spades, 3 of clubs, etc, etc, etc. As the bartender pops your slice of heaven open, you have the chance to guess what has been revealed. Guess, it right, get it free. Guess it wrong… well, you still have to pay for your beer. No harm, no foul.
AND if you have a macho case of ‘gettin your drink on’, make sure you order a ‘mystic biscuit’ and hold on to your bitches, ‘cus you’re going on a one way ride to drunk town.
The Q frequently has some great bands, but as mentioned in a previous review, they can get kinda loud. This isn’t really a ‘let’s talk it out tonight’ kind of place during the weekend or a show. Star #4 is PURELY for the live music.
The bathroom, well, is kind of scary. Probably to encourage minimal camping out in there, but I won’t say I haven’t seen it happen. Every bar has a crying girl at some point or another…
They have a good bit of space for sitting on all four sides of the bar counter, which is nice, and convenient, for optimal people watching. In the back area, they have more tables and chairs, also for your drinking pleasure. Who knows how long this will last, but they’ve had some Tiki style umbrellas set up around the bar, which I find hysterical. They don’t really match anything in there, but that doesn’t mean they won’t be there for a bit.
They rock pretzels and juke box, and yes, you are probably going to find some crazies in here… but really, where don’t you find them. Another thing that almost makes this a guarantee is Wednesday night KARAOKE!!! (still not as good as the Rocky Mountain Pub…)
On tap: Bud, Bud Light, and Coors ALWAYS. Their other, more expensive taps, change pretty frequently, so you’ll probably find something you like, if you’re tired of the more traditional spigot.
If you’re interested in an interesting night, or afternoon. The Q is your bit.

I went to Quincy’s for the first time this past weekend to check out one of my favorite local bands, the Jason Runnells Trio. The band was fantastic as usual, but the bar manager kept telling them to play louder and louder. Quincy’s isn’t a big space, so a live band is going to be loud even if they’re acoustic. It wasn’t long before the band was told to be so loud, you couldn’t hear what the creepy guy hitting on you was saying.
Oh, yes, the creepy guys… if they’re your thing, this is the place to go. There was no shortage of men willing to dance with their shirt unbuttoned or grind up against an unsuspecting woman or spend ten minutes trying to convince you to dance even though you clearly said no, go away. If that gets you hot, then get your rear into a ridiculously short skirt and go down to Quincy’s.
Quincy’s is also the only place I have ever seen a deadhead krump to a Stevie Wonder song.
Despite the extremely strange (and thoroughly entertaining) crowd and the decaying interior, I rather enjoyed my night at Quincy’s. The drinks were cheap, the lead bartender was quick and attentive, and the bar manager ran a tight ship. The one fight (girls punching girls, yay!) was handled lightning fast by the staff.