Ironworkers Corner Bar

Not a big country fan but love the tunes from the old school jukebox. Serving Miller High Life and surrounded by GREAT local patrons. I met a guy that claims he rode his older 10 speed bike from coast to coast. Others in the bar backed up his statement, priceless. Someone ordered pizza and they passed around for everyone to enjoy. I LOVE a local little juke joint like this but can’t figure out when they are open. Several times I have tried to visit but was closed.

Wow. This place… was crazy. I came here with a friend of mine, a true honky tonk aficionado (he would kill me if he knew I just used the word «aficionado» in connection with honky tonk), and he assured me that the place was *real* honky tonk. And it is. Oh, is it ever.
The very definition of a «hole-​in-​the-​wall,» Ironworkers Corner Bar looks like it never left 1981. You know those dark wood paneled walls that were all the rage late-​70s/​early 80s? Yup, they’re still rockin’ those, and that’s part of what makes the place seem so cave-​like – that and the scant light from weird, vintage-​y, globular Budweiser lamps. The carpet (a carpeted bar? I know) is worn down to the nub from so many years of cowboy boots, and the chairs look like they’d be at home in the airport that the other psychic guy got stuck in during the snowstorm in «The Shining.» The crowning jewel of the place is an old-​school, beaten-​down-​looking jukebox with absolutely nothing but country available for selection.
In short, this bar is kind of awesome. Not the best location for a girl’s night out, perhaps (the sweet old bartender exclaimed when my friend and I came in: «you even brought a lady with you!»), but absolutely stellar for urban exploration. I just had a Coke while we there, since – truth be told – I had already done my drinking for the day, but they’ll give you your beer in a dram glass, to the delight of my friend. I’d add the hours, but there aren’t exactly any: the owner kind of opens and closes at his whim.
If you’re in the mood to feel more busted than Johnny Cash on a Sunday morning, then this is the place for you. The only reason that I gave it three stars is the dubious clientele. I actually heard someone use a very offensive racial slur in here, which put a serious damper on my fun. Is that the bar’s fault? Not exactly, I guess, but until then I was just enjoying the Americana atmosphere and feeling like I’d stepped into a movie set. Being reminded of the long history of racism that goes hand-​in-​hand with that particular sub-​culture brought me back to grim reality.