Yesterday’s Bar & Grill

This is a small local Greenfield bar. It has TV’s, reasonable drink prices and some good food offerings, wings e.g. I would call the bar a dive bar but it is friendly. There is a nice jukebox and used to have karaōke. It’s a nice place for a quick stop to unwind.

We were really blown away by the quality of the food here. The portions are big, many items are made from scratch (including about 5 different kinds of homemade pierogis!), and the prices are cheap. You can really tell the chefs take pride in what they serve. I’ve never been to a dive bar with such awesome food.

A dive bar.
Perfect, with an excellent bottled beer selection, local talent, gambling, and engaging. Seats about 25 comfortably, small, smoky place.
The owner, Al, is a gent, hospitable, and Joey, behind the bar, talks shit and pours a proper beverage. A good unwind spot.

I just moved to Greenfield about 2 months ago and I’m pretty glad to have a little cheap dive bar right across the corner. What all can you say about a dive? This is exactly what I look for — dim lights, cheap drinks and a friendly staff.

Well, as of right now, Yesterday’s has gotten rid of its karaōke. I’m super sad to see it go! Crossing my fingers that this will return in the near future — I’ll be sure to update if it does.

Based on the positive reviews others gave, I thought this place would be great. I have never been more led astray by Unilocal.
Background: I am 22, but I was trying to find something fun to do with some friends who were 19 and 20 and both from Europe. We had been turned away from other places for not all being 21 (which was a huge annoyance to the Europeans who have been going to pubs and bars since they were 16) and saw that this place had karaōke and thought we should give it a try. Outside the door was a sign that said «Must be 18+ to enter» so we thought we should be fine.
As we approached there was a dirty looking man pounding on a car. He seemed to be beyond wasted, but we figured he was probably just someone who had gotten out of hand and walked inside. The interior was dirty looking, and everyone at the bar seemed very drunk already (it was only 10pm on a Saturday) and no one was going near the karaōke machine. We were deciding if we wanted to stay and sit, when someone put his arm around me and one of my companions from behind us. It turned out to be the guy who had been pounding on the car outside. He asked us for our ID’s and I asked if he worked there, considering he was not wearing anything official looking and smelled like stale beer. He informed us that he was the bouncer, and then insulted my friend by commenting that she looked to be about 15 years old. We all handed over our ID’s and he left with them, returning quickly to tell us we were fine and to have a seat. We picked the nearest bar stools to us, and the bartender was with us immediately. We all ordered non-​alcoholic beverages (coke, lemonade, water) and were about to start looking through the karaōke options when a man (I’m assuming the manager) came over. He asked how old we were, and we told him our ages. He said that since drinks were being served, we could not stay, even though we had ordered non alcoholic drinks and the sign outside said otherwise. I pointed the sign out to him, and he seemed unaware of the markings on his own bar and asked us to leave. We ended up leaving without any drinks, feeling like our personal boundaries had been crossed and like we had been super insulted.
I like a good karaōke bar as much as the next person, but this is NOT the place to go unless you like random men crossing your personal boundaries. It did not seem to be a safe place for women at all. Or for people who like to be clean. Don’t go here. It’s awful

Smoky but surprisingly not divey — I like to think of it as the poor, well-​scrubbed step-​sister of Silky’s. (Just roll with me.)
The drinks are cheap and strong, and the locals are friendly. It’s the kind of place where families go, along with Bachelorette Party girls, along with Greenfield bro-​types, along with retired millworkers. Lots of Nice Drunks who give freely the handshakes and the «Eyyyyyy!»
Their karaōke night, every other Saturday, is a bunch of fun due to the melting-​pot nature of the clientele, where Right Said Fred rubs up against 50s boogie-​woogie. The only downside to karaōke night is that the kitchen closes early because of it.