Blue Moon Tavern

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pcraigdaniels

Joined 6 years ago

It Is What It Is...... It's hard not to form an opinion of the place - one way or the other - after

drinking a few cans of Rainier there.

I had my first beer at the Blue Moon back in '88. Ordering was very

tricky depending on which bartender was working. Most didn't take a lot

of guff, and would ignore you if you rubbed them the wrong way.

Anyway, the place was kind of dirty and dark, with small hidden booths and

back rooms. The patrons could be mind numbingly drunk. There could be a 2hr

game of 8 ball going on at the pool table.

The city has been trying to close it down for years, and they've always failed.

Thank God.

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justanothername

Joined 5 years ago

Love the bartender. Sure you might notice its a little dirty when you come in but hey! Theres an atm inside, a nice quiet crowd n a pool table. But the best thing about this place is the bartenders. One gal even walked me home...I dont remember much of that night but hey how many bartenders care enough to get a gal safely home? I suggest this bar if you want to chat it up w/ some stranger or even a friend and sip on drinks while you enjoy the evening.

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slender10

Joined 5 years ago

crazy dive. This place leaves a-lot to be desired. Atmosphere seems stale and outdated. Ok place to have a beer and leave. Be sure to avoid bathrooms if you check it out.

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Contributor

Joined 10 years ago

Boozy insurrection lingers at a historic U-District dive.. The Scene
Wooden booths with small tables that appear to have been salvaged from a 19th-century shipwreck, and book-stuffed shelves, line the left and right walls when you enter this concrete-floored drinking establishment. The centrally positioned wood-paneled bar, looking equally beat, and ringed with padded stools, is an excellent place to perch.

The Draw
A legendary haunt since the '50s when road-weary Beatniks used it to regularly hold drunken, crazy court. Dylan Thomas, Allen Ginsberg and Jack Kerouac all are purported to have sucked suds here. "A grubby oasis just outside the University's one-mile-limit Sahara," is how poet Carolyn Kizer sums up the historic dive.