Sherwood’s Liquors

I ordered a rum and coke here and they really emphasized the rum in their concoction. The service was prompt as I didn’t have to wait long for any drink I ordered. Sherwood’s has a lot of pool tables, a jukebox, and video games to help break up conversation. However, Sherwood’s does allow smoking inside so there was a permanent haze of cigarette smoke along with a smell of mental that pierced the nostrils. I’ll visit again simply for the pool and stiff drinks.

dad was in ICU in giant hospital next door recovering from brain surgery– heavy s#$t…
I needed a waterinhole and great people– and they’re all here behind a blue-​green neon sign– Giant rooms of forgotten bar sports/​video games — smoke-​laced carpet, and some of the heaviest pours. If you love dives and soul/​real people thet can drink and not soulless Bistro snobs– you need Sherwoods… i’ll be back

This is the standby place my cousins and I visit when we are home in Jacksonville. Cheap drinks, and always good place to escape from the fact you are home for two weeks and have family overload.
Downside…you will want to shower immediately upon leaving… You can still smoke indoors in some places in Florida!

Whenever you are looking for something to do and no one can decide… Sherwood’s it is!
SUPER CHEAP DRINKS, pool, darts, a juke box that the patrons don’t try to play speed metal on, friendly bartenders, nudey photo hunt. I mean, what more does one look for in a bar? Sherwood’s is definitely a hole in the wall bar that would attract some regulars, you wouldn’t feel out of place having a beer by yourself at the bar but I recommend bringing your favorite crowd with you. Sherwood’s doesn’t hold you to some standard, come as is and have some fun. A fair warning: it’s a bar, no food, so it can get smokey. I don’t smoke at all and Sherwood’s is still worth it.
I happen to think (besides me when I lived there) that Sherwood’s is the best thing about San Marco. (;

While it doesn’t hold the special spot in my heart that St. Nick’s does, its hard to argue that Sherwood’s isn’t one of the better straight up bars that Jacksonville has to offer. Smokey, dimmly lit and packed to the gills, this is place to go when you’re serious about your drinking.
There isn’t a lot to distract you here, a few tv’s, pool tables, and an often scruffy [but friendly] crowd – actually there’s a lot of fun to be had here now that I think about it.
The downside for me is definitely the smoke, which can get a little overpowering when its crowded. Its really not the suffocating, eye burning kind of smoky, but its enough to discourage me when its crowded.
That being said, I’ve had some amazing times here and will probably have many more. If you’re looking for the most fun/​least pretension ratio in town, Sherwood’s is in strong contention to top the list.

Sherwood’s might be the best thing I don’t remember about Jacksonville. Whenever my coworkers and I are in Jax, this is the place we go after the office. Some of us have, at various times: gotten so drunk we fell out of a chair, grabbed the behind of a stripper named sugar, played one game of pool for hours because we were too wasted to get a ball into a pocket.
This place is kind of skeevy. In the best possible way. I like martinis and urbanity and other things eschewed by other reviewers (and likely patrons). But I also like a good olé’ watering hole and that’s what Sherwood’s is. Nothing more, nothing less and just right.

If you’re the sort of person who like a good bar — I mean a real bar, not some sissy joint with fancy lighting, obscure techno music and a martini menu — then Sherwoods is the place for you. Serving what are by far the strongest drinks in town, Sherwoods is one of the last places where you can do the sort of things that you are supposed to be able to do at a bar — drink stiffies, smoke incessantly, listen to the jukebox and shoot pool. If you’re into mojitos, cosmos or some other similar crap that the gals on Sex in the City drink, don’t bother. Sherwoods is not a place to see and be seen — its a place to go when you want to get drunk. Which is the kind of place I like.
Basically, if an old pal asks you if you’d like to go out and get plowed, there’s only one acceptable response — «Sher –wood!»