As you drive down E. 6th and turn on Chalmers, you come upon a caged animal. This animal has green "feathers", and a heart made of a billiards table. His two lungs are full of darts, but he breathes on. Seven or eight taps, and plenty of bottles, keep his blood happily replaced by alcohol. There is much darkness inside him, but the glow of televisions inside his eyes will make you feel safe, warm and familiar. Outside of his cage sit two food stands: One is Japanese, the other is Tex-Mex. The poor grackle cannot access this food, but you can, you lucky human.
Say what?! Okay, enough literary garbage. Look, this place is dark inside, like most dive bars. Don't worry about being able to see the pool table and dart boards, though; they've got lights for those. And Grackle is a pretty small bar; it's actually more of a wren.
Was very happy to get a Lone Star tall boy for two bucks. As much as I hate drinking beer from a can (because it tastes aluminum-in-y), the price was right so I went for it. It does chap my ass a bit that they don't have Lone Star on draft, but I can forgive Randall and Aaron for that. Oh, did I mention that I know the owners? 'Cuz I do. But that hasn't affected my review at all, I promise. I mean, you'll notice the absence of the fifth star (thanks to the absence of draft Lone Star).
The patio is quite literally caged, but it's an attractive cage with ample tables and chairs, and a large TV for your viewing pleasure. The shade is nice, as were the people with whom I chatted, both inside and out. They aren't as hipster-y as the folks who overwhelm Randall-owned Rio Rita, thank gawd. Though, you will still see the occasional tight-jeaned, ass-crack showing, "ironic" youngin' who is un-ironically here.
I *LOVE* the "21 AND UP ONLY, NO CHILDREN" sign on the way in. 'Cuz let's be honest... When you think of a bar, children are the last things that come to mind (thankfully). I, and many others, go to a bar to escape society's brats for just a little while. I also *LOVE* reading 1-star reviews written by overly-entitled, elitist jackasses who think the rules shouldn't apply to their brats. Congrats to Grackle for pecking their pride and shitting on them.
Selene Tacos and East Side King are the trailers that grace the parking lot. If you're expecting the same food at the Grackle East Side King as you find at Liberty Bar's East Side King, you will be sorely disappointed. However, I can safely say the #8 is good. What's the #8, you ask? Don't be a lazy-ass; go look for yourself.
Oh, and there's a jukebox, and a high-priced cancer machine inside. And bathrooms. Let's not forget those.
With a passion I hate ALL grackles but this one. After all, THIS grackle gives me cheap beer, billiards, and doesn't shit on my car. read more