Campers Corner Bar

The Adobe 2016 Super Bowl commercial was filmed here:

Like walking into a dive bar in some random town in northern Mexico. Only beer served (what appeared to be only Modelo and Tecate) at the standard $ 5. The interior is not kitschy or cool in the slightest. They randomly have karaōke which is a nice-​to-​know. If you feel like disappearing from the standard joints in DTLA this is your spot.

A real dive bar. Not a hipster dive bar.
p. s. can we all agree to stop using the word «hipster» now?

This bar would fit perfectly in a miners town. You know, after a long day digging up coal or panning for gold, you come here with your check to cash and to wet your beak. It’s by no means a nice place.
Or for that matter a place you want to be, but it’s the place you are and so you’re drinking the days pain away. It really does have a look and feel like it could have been the type of bar you would be if you lived in a Deadwood style town.
You know how they used to say that Downtown was a ghost town after 6pm and on weekends. This is your ability to travel back to that time when gentrification and overpriced studio loft condos weren’t the norm in the bank, arts, fashion and toy district.
This was how Downtown L.A. had looked back then when all the white collar folks went back to their suburbs at night and all that was left was the dredge of society and they needed to numb the senses.
Stepping into this place is like suddenly fearing for your life. You may get shanked, though I think it’s more of a fear of it than a reality. People are too concerned over their own safety to even think of causing you harm. Either that or they’re too drunk on the relatively cheap beers to concern themselves with you being in there.
If there’s one thing you can take comfort in, it’s knowing that no hipsters will ever take over this dive bar. No chance in hell. They will be run out and those ironic t-​shirts would be used to blow the noses of the standard patrons who come here.
Be warned when coming here, but know that if you embrace it, you’ll have a decent time on a budget and you’ll sure as shit feel better about your own life being able to escape the sad reality that is the standard lifestyle of the average patron at Campers Corner.

Fuck it. I go to Camper’s Corner. The proverbial record (Hmm, it might actually be a record) skips when I walk in the door, but I don’t give a shit. I play some Vicente Fernandez on the juke and the heads go back to the Tecate and I’m one of the family.
The women behind the bar (who seem reluctantly forced to wear short skirts) wonder what the fuck I’m doing in there… I smile and I say «borracho borracho» and they laugh and I drink.
As for wines, you have to try their 1978 Montrachet. It’s exquisite.
My only complaint is that they seem to lock the door pretty early, which is unfortunate because this part of town would generate a lot of great stories at the 1 — 2 am hour.

I am so surprised that no one has had the cojones to visit and review this place. I am hoping this 30,000 ft review will inspire someone to do so.
I drive by this place on my way back/​to Villain’s Tavern on the East side of Downtown. It is always dark, always seedy and most often littered with odd street people lurking outside.
From my story in blogdowntown Weekly: Campers Corner. I doubt there is a bar in Downtown LA that can really call itself a dive bar when comparing itself to this seedy spot. Located in the heart of Skid Row, Campers Corner looks more like a employee lounge for street walkers than a bar. I have to assume the drinks are the cheapest here than anywhere else in DTLA. However, I can only assume this because I am too concerned that I will get shanked by a rusty butter-​knife so I have yet to drink here.