103 Washington Ave
Egg Harbor City
(609) 804-1500
The same night that I reviewed JD’s in Somers Point, I tried to go to Egg Harbor City.
I pulled onto the main street and parked outside of a bar. After seeing some of the
clientele that was leaving the bar, I decided to go somewhere else out of fear. I
turned down Rt 30 towards Last Resort. As I went to pull into the parking lot, a cop
raced up behind me with his lights on and another blocked my way into the lot and
turned his lights on. The cops starting grilling me about why I was going into this
bar. I told them that I wasn’t from the area and I was just checking out the local
establishments.
He then said, “This place is a f#@#ing shit hole! If I catch you coming out of there, I
will pull you over and you will get your car searched! Drive down the road 5 miles to
Mullica if you want to get something to drink!”
Apparently the fourth amendment doesn’t apply to Egg Harbor Twp. So I left without
visiting this bar and headed to JD’s in Smithville.
Well, it was too tempting to pass up. I had to see why this bar was so bad, so on
Wednesday I went back. I figured it couldn’t be as bad as a Saturday. I parked in
the lot and headed inside, and I have to say, the cop wasn’t lying. The first thing I
noticed was that the floor was unfinished. I mean, it had bare plywood in some
places and areas that looked like maybe the floor was ripped up in other places. It
looked like it’s been this way for a long time. The second thing I noticed was that the
stools were all bolted down to the floor. I guess this is in case a fight breaks out. It
wasn’t until I sat down and ordered a Bud that I noticed that none of the furniture
matched. Every table and chair in the entire place looked as if it was found on the
side on the road. It was mismatched and falling apart. Over some of the tables hung
red lights. In the back there was a pool table and what appeared to be an old beat
up couch. The place looked like it should be condemned.
The bathroom was even worse. It was dirty and disgusting. I opened the old badly
painted plywood door on the stall and looked in. There was a giant hole in the wall
and burn marks on the wall all around the toilet, from people putting out their crack
pipes. I peed in the dirty urinal and observed several other smaller holes in the
walls. I wisely decided not to wash my hands as to not catch some disease from the
sink, and I exited the bathroom.
If the atmosphere of the bar wasn’t bad enough, the patrons were even worse.
There was no discrimination here. There was white and black trash combined. And
there wasn’t any friendly banter or cheerful fraternizing amongst the guests either.
They all looked cold and mean like they would kill you if you looked at them the
wrong way. I can’t really say that I fit in with my GAP outfit. I stuck out just a little.
They knew that I didn’t belong there. I was actually a little scared for my life. I only
had one beer and left the bar. This was a first.
Good Point about the bar:
The beer was sort of cold.
Bad Point about the bar:
Um, besides all of it?
White trash factor (1-10): 5
Black trash factor: (1-10): 5
Combined trash factor: (1-10): 10
Ratio of girls to guys: 1/4 - There actually were a few girls there. They looked scary
as well.
Crowd density: Medium/Low
Age of the crowd: twenties to forties
Overall rating: 2 – This bar was terrible. The only reason I didn’t rate it lower was
because it did have some character to it. Unfortunately, the character was shit hole.
Here is a shot of the sign in the snow.
