Ah, the internet. A time-tested repository of folks more than willing to express their opinion on venues and destinations that somehow disappointed them massively. This time (much like the last time) one of Baltimore’s beloved dives, The Depot (1728 N Charles St, Charles North), receives a general lambasting based on the quality of ownership and clientele – observe:
First time in the Depot. The owner started talking to me as soon as I sat down at the bar. He is a ron jeremy wanna be. It seems like there are several semi-attractive (but mainly ugly) women in there that drink for free in exchange for letting this creep grope them……seriously. Some girl next to me had came all the way from AACO because she said she ‘drank for free there’ and [owner] couldn’t take his hand off her breasts and waist all night. So I ordered a miller lite and a shot, and was impressed by how low the price was. Then [owner] ‘bought’ me a shot. He couldn’t resist telling me that he owned the building also and made tons of money…… A bit later he insisted that I buy ‘him’ a shot and a friend of his. I did (to be polite) but told the bartender (cougar) that I was only buying two (me and [owner]). Of course still this cost me $15….scam……..anyway I’m done with the depot – totally sad experience — sad for [owner] and sad for the women there with such low self-esteem that they let this pig feel them up for free drinks and attention…
To be fair, does anyone go to The Depot for a four star experience? Personally I go there for 80s night, $4 vodka tonics, avoiding the bathroom like the plague it contains, gawking at leather daddies, the occasional art exhibit featuring some MICA kid’s genitals, and getting royally hammered-er after having spent too much money elsewhere. So long as the bartenders are nice – which they are – what do I care if some semi-attractive “but mainly ugly” ladies are getting groped for free booze (and how is that any different from any other bar)? It’s kind of like walking into American Harry’s and complaining about the lack of flat screen TVs or something; the second you walk through the door at The Depot, you pretty much know what you’re getting into – unless you’re that guy, apparently. Poor, poor that guy.
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I cannot possibly trust the opinion of someone who orders a Miller Lite.
sweet, now i know where to go get drunk when i’m out of money in my booze account.
Holy shit! I totally had the SAME experience when I went there!
Except you were doing the worm instead of sitting at the bar!
substitute The Depot w/ practically any other bar name in Baltimore and the story will remain the same and just as true;) except No Way Jose’s!
i pretty much agree with this chick. plus the 80’s nights aren’t what they used to be.
pretty much out on that joint anymore. and i love places that suck to the general population.
I remember reading this review, I think it was on Yelp. Read it and thought: YES! this is my kinda place. Reviewer must’ve been upset that someone else was having better results with ugly chicks. Yea, it helps to own a bar.