Talk of the Town

This place is legit! Kinda took it over with a huge wedding party and they were all for partying hard!

I love this place for what it is: a good dang party. Giant jenga, too! There aren’t too many bars in Crested Butte open late, so I’m just thankful this place exists.

I have enjoyed this bar for their jukebox, unobtrusive style and focus on late night crowd, but this night was too much rudeness to not comment on. Their bouncer was extremely aggressive on one member of our party and refused to cooperate with us paying our tab and escorting us out when said member of the group was not being anywhere close to drunk/​aggressive/​belligerent or rude and the bouncer was being a di*k for enjoyment of being a di*k. On a festival night where there are many patrons of all stripes he was enjoying the power trip it ruined everyone’s night for absolutely no infraction whatsoever, the guy just wanted to assert his authority. Just beware this place can turn on you in am instant.

If I could give a zero I would. If you want to get pushed and harassed by the bouncer this is your place. It is 1:30 in the morning and for me to write this is important to consider. I truly think the bouncer is on drugs. This is my first time in crested butte and I will probably never come back because of the aggressiveness of that man.

Just enjoying the 1 of 3 bars to hang out with. Beer is cold.

Looking for some quality time with bigots? This is your place! Not only was a patron allowed to scream nigger while the remainder of the patrons sat undisturbed; the redneck bouncer also reminded me that HE hadn’t called me a nigger but he would if I didn’t leave. Great place for racists to togethers.

Blast from the past —

I love dive bars. I’ve been a bartender for 19 years. I know good local bars. This is not it. There’s a difference between «dive» bar and «douche» bar. This would be the latter. If you’re 21, you should totally go here and have a rad time. Anyone who’s smarter should spend their money else where. To be fair, I’m under whelmed by ANY bar in crested butte. I’m use to Alaska style service and this ain’t it.

SO much fun! Decent prices, and giant Jenga! We had a good time here, and usually make this a stop when we are in town.

You want local; here you go. This place is incredible and a fabulous bar stop along your Crested Butte journey. Owners are friendly, DJ pleased the crowd and the Bar tender let our Bachelorette party rock it out.

You want local, you got it. This place has been around for a loooooong time — so long, in fact, that Scuba Steve and his cousins used to go and drink there before they could actually go and drink there. It was a fave of his then, and now.
It’s your average bar– wood floors, jukebox in the back, moosehead in the front to hang coats… cheap drinks and young things (not so pretty, but that’s a matter of opinion) dancing and gyrating and generally having a good time. We definitley stuck out as tourists, but we were received pretty well nonetheless.
Hope the Talk keeps trucking for at least the next 12 years to service the next generation of Scubas and fam!

I give Talk of the Town (TotT) Five Stars, but read the whole review to understand why.
Some friends and I were in Crested Butte for a four-​day skistravaganza and were recommended to TotT by the very attractive waitress at the Wooden Nickel restaurant (See Review).
We went there after our hearty meal, and were looking forward to some local flavor, rather than hanging out at the Grand Lodge (See Review) for the evening with the tourists. Well, we got pegged for tourists from the get go, despite our best efforts to blend in… I think our clothes looked too new.
The atmosphere was great, good DJ music and it IS the spot the locals go too. We spotted our waitress later that evening, and she at least said hi, but it was a little different than when she was working for a tip. After a few exchanges, she went back to her friends.
Looking for some action, I went to the Foosball table and watched a girl pwn (sic) some guys. When they were done, I said Let’s Roll and proceeded to show what I learned at the Delta Upsilon house (non-​member) of the University of Houston. After three losses, the table emptied.
We went upstairs to the bar and that is when the fun began. Our group of three guys started playing pool and swigging long necks and vodkas. And then, some punk ass, henceforth known as «D-​bag», in an Arkansas Razorbacks shirt, who didn’t even like the team! (I guess it was his boyfriend’s or something) starts bumping into the guys in our group. We let him slide the first two times, but the third time we had words with him. After a «vicious cockfight» of a Mexican Standoff happened, the D-bag’s friends pull him out his impending quagmire.
A few minutes later, surely after some liquid courage, he makes a beeline for the guy in our group who actually LIKES the Razorbacks! It took Jeff about one second to assess the situation and straight-​up JACK D-​bag into the wall, knocking glasses and stools over. In a scene straight out of the movies, where the heroes then get the crap beat out of them before their children grow up to seek revenge (My name is Inigo Montoya, you killed my father, prepare to die), the music stopped, the bar stopped, time stopped, and 200 bar patrons looked at the three of us. I guess my boy threw him in the wall hard enough to let all else know that we were not to be messed with… Yes, we could not take more than six total in a squabble, but by the time the cops showed up, those six would not look good. So after Han Solo friend Greedo in the Mos Eisley Cantina and the bar returned after a moment, so did TotT. The bartender came over the bar and escorted D-​bag, by this time «Likes to Fight Guy», out of the establishment.
With the utmost in street cred established, we proceeded to play more pool, and get GREAT service, while having NO HASSLES with anyone else; we didn’t get bumped into anymore. About 30 minutes later D-​bag/​LTFG came back through. He started to go around and gather some supporting troops for a final assault on the foreigners. In a few minutes Brandon and I counted at least five who were getting ready for some squabbing. We kept a big eye on him and Jeff’s six. Brandon and I discussed our «exit strategy», while Jeff continued to beat locals at 8-​ball. Brandon gathered jackets and hats while I arranged shot glasses for covering fire and bar stools to kick in front of oncoming troops, Braveheart-​style.
The bartender made last call and we could all sense it was about to get drrty (sic). Jeff dropped his cue, mid-​game, Brandon has our apparel ready to go, and we proceeded to execute a flawless strategic retreat; in 15 seconds we were backing down the stairs, pushing a group of drunkards out of the way.
Brandon, stashed two empty beer bottles in his jacket («‘case things start ‘willin out’» was his reasoning), much to the chagrin of the doorman on the way out. After a lovely discussion of «Do you want the guy to fly IN the window from the outside, or OUT the window from the inside?» we absconded to the SheBeast and drove home.
Some of you may read this and say «Why would I want to go to a place like that?» and «Why did you give it 5 stars?» Well, those are valid questions. The main reason, it IS local Crested Butte flavor, and nobody got hurt, only pride was wounded. The beers are cheap, the girls attractive (however, they are few and typically spoken for, or not looking to damage small-​town reputation by hooking up with weekender tourists), and the bartenders/​doormen do give you a sense of security that nothing is going to get out of hand.
If you want to get some local flavor of the people who live and work in CB, and not the service staff of your hotel, this is the place to go.