Van’s 105 Tavern

Vans Tavern is now CLOSED and has REOPENED as Tim’s Tavern with new owners, new drinks, liquor, a new food menu, more space and renovations.

My husband chose this place as the dive bar he wanted to go to on his birthday. First big downer: they only take cash! We wiped out the atm in only 2 transactions ($ 40). Buckets of PBR cans (5 per bucket) were $ 7.50 so that my was best bet since all the good kegs were blown and there’s no liquor (downer #2). The sink mentioned in the previous review is definitely gross and the lack of atmosphere ruined it for me. Good things: good jukebox, darts and pinball! And a tip: the bartender said you do not want to eat the food here… gross!

5 STARS
This is probably the worst bar in the city and everyone should know what to expect just by looking at the place.
No liquor, shitty beer only.
Same owners for the past 50 years. Cash only!
They have darts, pinball, pull tabs and a good jukebox.
The bartender was quirky but friendly.
I think places like this are fun to check out just for a laugh. It was so shit-​tastic that I will be back!

Yeah, not so much. It’s gone waaaaaaay downhill.

Perhaps The Worst Bar Ever. We decided to drop in one night figuring it would be a fun and quirky dive bar. They feature mostly «cheap shit» beer but somehow charge real beer prices for it. When I was there, there was also Fat Tire on tap, which is what I ordered. I get the impression that I was the first person to order one of those in a number of months or years because it tasted awful. The bartender was creeping us out, so we finished our round and left as soon as possible.

Wow. If I had to sum this place up in one word, that would be it. A jaw-​dropping, in complete amazement, oh-​my-​God-​is-​this-​place-​real WOW.
On the night I patronized this bar (and not by my choosing, mind you), I saw a woman who was completely high on god knows what, but most likely meth. The bartender, who takes NO shit whatsoever, promptly got her out, but… I am pretty sure some guys were trying to pimp her around the establishment. As I noted earlier, the bartender kicked her out pretty quickly — but still, not exactly what you want to see after you’ve ordered your beer.
They sell a bucket of Miller high life bottles for like $ 7, but it’d still be cheaper if you bought them at the store. Sans hookers. Better deal in my book (although I’m sure there’s people out there who’d argue that point — if that’s the case, go here! Oh wait, you were probably there the other night.).
Then there was the older, dignified gentleman who decided to rip his white tee out of nowhere like he was on WWE or something. Ladies, if you’ve been looking for that hawt older man with a beer gut, hair chest and nipple piercing, you have hit the jackpot!
Now, I’m game for a dive bar — but this was just a bit too much action for me.

it is comforting to know i can go here to drink their beer and read their paper, just a few blocks down from where i live … no one will know my name, no one will say a peep if not spoken to. shut up and drink your beer, everyone there is completely hammered, you are only 17 beers away from matching their efforts.

When I sat down and the server came up to me, I asked her if they were still having HH.
The response: «we don’t have those».
My pint o’ beer was almost $ 5. Eh. NOT a huge selection on tap.
The sink that you wash your hands in the bathroom… yeah, it’s actually in the bar. Outside of the bathroom. You physically walk out of the bathroom to wash your hands so you KNOW that the handle to the bathroom needs a purel makeover. Oh and if you don’t wash your hands, everyone will know it. You’ll be «the guy who didn’t wash his hands».
This joint is tiny, definitely a place for regulars and run down.