DJ’s Sports Tavern
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Bad Uncomfortable Experience and a Rare One-Star Review. Although I have not eaten here, I have only stopped by only for after show drinks, I have bee…
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Clubber. Menu so very much no imagination dont get me wrong cooks good but choices not good for a sports establishment one bartender drives customers …
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Good food great prices. Just went there with my family (2 small kids) and had a great experience. kids had chicken fingers, wife had a burger and I ha…
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9 Reviews on “DJ’s Sports Tavern”
Bad Uncomfortable Experience and a Rare One-Star Review. Although I have not eaten here, I have only stopped by only for after show drinks, I have been here twice. I review based only on those two rather limited visits, and cannot speak of the food. You will have to find that review elsewhere.This place has been through a couple of reincarnations in its recent history. Prior to DJs, it was a Chi-Chis Mexican restaurant for a few years, and before that it was a Chinese/Japanese buffet called, not surprisingly, Japanese Buffet. The Japanese Buffet name was the last Asian restaurant moniker, having been called Crazy Buffet for some reason prior to turning Japanese. Yes, I really think so. I dont expect the Cheers treatment every time I walk into a bar, with happy crowds hoisting their glass and yelling Norm (or Greg as the case may be), but I do expect to be recognized at least by the bartender when I seat myself at the bar. I was there on two different occasions, and had two different bartenders. Both times, the conversation that was taking place between the wait staff, and what appeared to be the regulars, was apparently far more interesting than my money and I were. Although my eyesight is good enough to see aircraft in flight at twenty miles, and to see the generous and varied twenty beer taps on my side of the bar, my superpowers do not extend my X-ray vision enough to see what may be on the other side of the bar. Although watching me eyeball and read the close side draft selection, neither time did the bartender make any effort to help me out with what the opposite side of the bar may hold. At a minimum, six or seven minutes elapsed, with the bartender leaning over the bar no more than 10 feet down from where I sat. Several times she looked my way, and several times she looked away. Finally, I managed to get service, assisted by the wiggling finger motion one would use to irritate a French waiter. All I got was a Yeah when she looked my way. I ordered, and I was served. The beer was OK, not super cold, not warm. It was just OK. Thankfully I had my choice of watching several different sports channels, even if it was the NBA. On both occasions there were relatively few patrons in the bar, especially considering the size of the place. Most of the seating area was closed, and most of the overhead lights were turned off. Totally dark, lit only by some nearby neon. There were twenty people maybe? And some that eyed me suspiciously, as if I were out of place, and were some sort of authoritative threat. There was a hip-hop vibe to the group both times – a mixture of twenty-somethings to fifty-somethings. On my last and definitely final visit there, one young man, that had obviously had too much to drink and was now attacking an order of wings, decided to chat me up and ask some questions. This was done apparently for the crowds entertainment. Walking up to me while exaggeratingly sucking hot sauce off of his fingers, he swaggered over to give me the third degree. The bar staff, whom I had seen had known him well enough to call him by his first name, did absolutely nothing but watch. Some even smirked while he pushed up to me loudly to ask why I was dressed so fancy. I had been to a theater performance and was wearing an overcoat and a tie. I guess that would be dressed fancy when compared to having to hold up your pants with one hand in order to keep them from falling down upon ones ankles. Since I had paid cash for the drink and did not have to wait to get my tab, I finished the last half of my beer in one shot, made a little joke, and I left. I fit in well at most places, from formal to dive, and I rarely feel uncomfortable, but I certainly did here. Been here twice gave it a fair shot but unlike the famous General in WWII I shall not return.
Clubber. Menu so very much no imagination dont get me wrong cooks good but choices not good for a sports establishment one bartender drives customers away and screwed a good friend of ours akaraoke vj out of dates hard winter and jacked dates around so followers never knew when playing this place needs to go under and be boarded up very nice spacious place but sinc e cancelled vj for karaoke had dance kj in and its him staff and the crickets avoid avoid not recommended