The Tropics

Absolutely love this bar! Robin is an amazing bartender. Shes fast never have to ask for anything she is on top of it no matter how busy it is.

It felt like I walked into a roach motel. Bartender wasted. Then she did lap dance. And don’t bring your woman in there she’ll be groped. I kind of guessed it was that kind of bar. Stayed for about 15 minutes that was to long. Won’t ever step foot in there again. And I guess I can’t give it no stars. Don’t b fooled by the one star

This establishment does not check for ID. My purse was stolen with all my credit cards, and someone charged over $ 500 to my card in one day (Friday, November 13^th) at this bar. They obviously didn’t check for ID or they would have never accepted the card. Like a $ 500 charge wasn’t a little out of the ordinary? SCUMBAGS! They probably knew the customers and allowed it to happen. I hope they have to reimburse the credit card company! Check ID’s like the law tells you too!

This place is really wonderful. Its a throwback to the days when a person just wanted to hang out, kind of like the show Cheers. The bartender who runs the place is not only beautiful, but great at running the place. Great personality… etc…This isn’t a place to go for crazy action, it has a jukebox, pool table and a pleasant bar area. They will do their best to get you a taxi if you had to many. The prices are very good and the drinks are great.

This place is definitely a dive bar, nice bartenders but incredibly dead, quiet and depressing

What a great dive bar! Kitschy décor, pool table, jukebox, cheap drinks, oh yes & pinball. Need I say more?

Love it! Great bartender, great drinks (I’m assuming by how drunk my companion got. I was the stupid driver. not next time!), and a stellar jukebox. I shall return and then… muhuhahaha…It’s just me and some Jack. Watch out Tropic’s. Here I come!

If you are looking for a real dive bar then the Tropics is the place for you. Don’t be surprised to see a few mullets and Harleys in the parking lot. Everyone is making noise and playing classic tunes on the juke.
The bartenders were nice and payed attention to my drink, never letting me go a dry moment. Even the girl who was off work was cleaning the table tops. There is a pool table and an outside area to smoke, its just to bad no drinks outside. All and all the Tropics is a good place to catch a drink and do some people watching. You might even have a nostalgic conversation about how it used to be with the locals.

(slurring words, shouting erratically…) «Is this a gay bar?!»
(Annie, with patience…) «No Kirsten, its just a dive.»
We followed the Christmas Star to get here as wise men once did ~ wandering around Redding in a drunken haze after a night of insanity which included driving around a bunch of 18 year old boys (one of them shouts up to us ~ «so are you guys like Mexicans or something?»), an angry family dinner, and a bunch of other crap i dont really remember anymore.
Point being, this Little Dive That Could was the only place open to us that night… we tried bar after bar but no one was home. Fuckers.
I’m taking a couple stars away, just because i wasnt a huge fan of the juke-​box, and this annoying drunk kept trying to get us to go swimming in the river with him. (It’s December 23, mind you).
«you grils shurr are prtety… you wnat to go smwimnig in the rvirrr toinhgt?!»
I’m not sure how much i would go here if given the option to go elsewhere… this place was alright, nothing spectacular. Kind of like watching According to Jim when you cant find your remote and getting off the couch to change the channel manually is far too much effort.
The bartender, whoever he was, was way cool and the cocktails were packin’ heat like the oven door… from what i remember… which wasnt much at this point. If only we had been smart enough not to move onto Win-​River Casino from here.
I’d like to close with a traditional Christmas carol ~
«O Little Dive of Redding»
O Little Dive of Redding, how still we see thee lie…
before thy drunk and unconscious sleep, the wasted hours roll by.
Yet in thy dark street shineth, that little neon sign with the red lettering and the palm tree.
The shots and beers of all the years are pounded in thee tonight.