How has the Euless Yacht Club eluded the attention of YELP reviewers? Well I think I can explain.
First of all, I feel honored to be posting the first review on this venerable Euless institution. This place has been around SEEMINGLY since the 1970's and it would also seem the decor has not been updated since its inception. This is a hole in the wall bar, end of story.
Hypothetically speaking, if you are looking to dump your social climbing, vacuous, superficial North Dallas honey, start scheduling dates at the Euless Yacht Club. If she is geographically impaired, she initially might think she is in store for a high-tone time at a luxurious "Yacht Club", but instead she will be in store for some sweet irony!
Wait a minute... Yacht Club? Is there a "Lake Euless" recently excavated by the Army Corps of Engineers nearby? No. Do people winterize and store Yachts here? No. Is there a membership requirement to enter the premises of said Euless Yacht Club and are weekly meetings held to discuss issues important to Yacht owners? No and no. Does Euless Yacht Club seem to be a misnomer? In the words of a young Jason Kidd, "Most definitely.".
The draw is that I can ride my bicycle to the Yacht Club, which I used to do with certain neighbors whose identities will be protected. Chances are if you have at least one drink, you will hear either a) Vodoo-Chile by Stevie Ray Vaugn or b) I Love This Bar by Toby Keith emanating from the juke box.
On weekends they usually have live bands that usually play classic rock. Some of the bands are decent but many, not so much. I hope one day to make my musical debut here.
The wine is served way too warm which is probably a mistake most other Yacht Clubs pay closer mind to. The beer is cold though. You can even ask for something called a "Hood Blaster" which some of the bartenders know is a shot of Tuaca with Red Bull. It's like a Jaeger Bomb but substitute Jaeger with Tuaca, or just ask for a Tuaca Bomb and know that you are drinking the summertime drink that is sweeping the nation, i.e. "Hood Blaster".
Oh yeah, I would be remiss to not mention the copious amounts of cigarette smoke that wafts about in cirrostratus or cumulonimbus formations. I sometimes pretend to have cataracts as my vision becomes foggy and then I pretend I am faith-healed as I am exiting the front door and the milky halos go away.
I enjoy reading technical manuals and MOST people don't... that being said this is that kind of place... I enjoy it, but you probably won't. read more