Trestle

Every website says the location is 410 S. Haskell, but all my past Damron guides says 412 S. Haskell. Well, no matter, since the Trestle has gone out of business a few years back. The name of this night spot comes from the fact the bar itself is very close to a train trestle although I have never seen nor heard a train chugging along overhead. This part of Dallas is for the most part a bleak industrial, warehouse, truck housing area which feels isolated and dark. May not be the safest part of town, but I never had problems the many times I have come here.
In the old Damron Guide of 1986, The Trestle would be coded as F&S, BA, AYOR, W, SM, FFA. The 2007 Damron would also add NH, M, L. In the latter days, The Trestle was known more to be a late night/​after hours gathering place since the hours were 10pm-​5am. This club tended to attract the more mature, know-​what-​you-​want-​in-​life type so the feel of the place was more direct, straight forward, without pretensions.
Besides the inside of the dark, dim multi-​roomed bar area, there was a large patio space in back for those hot, humid, summer nights with huge, droning industrial fans blowing & blowing to keep the heat down. But it never could. Most of us hung out shirtless to avoid the heat, but in some ways, it just made us feel even hotter.
Not that Texas has a monopoly, but there is always a sense of anticipation and risk in the air that adds spice to life if it goes the right way… but beware of the perils if things go awry. Such was the deliciously forbidden fruit which grew in the garden that was the Trestle. This was one of the remnants of the Dallas of old, iconic in having a very Texan feel of the appreciation for the «rough & ready» and the stubborn streak for claiming the right to do what you want cuz it’s nobody’s business.
Sorry to see that The Trestle is gone. I’m sure now that most of the Dallas bars/​clubs are trying for the chi-​chi, prettified, tricked up style. Places that would bore me to the point that I would never visit Dallas ever again. Requiescat in Pace… Trestle. I salute you.