A Monday Night at the Slip Inn: Was It Real or Just a Dream?

defend.jpg
Cool shirt ... what are we defending Dallas from again?
"Did you hear about that guy on the news?"

"Oh, yeah. But what do you expect when you have a gas-huffing problem? One day you're going to absentmindedly light a cigarette and explode."

"You sure are. You got a light?"

Strange things happen when you go out on a Monday. You hear conversations that are just a few degrees off from those weekend ones, the shouted, slurred missives of the soused and pickled you're often forced to listen to if you're in the vicinity. No, Monday night conversations feel secret, like you're on the set of a movie no one else knows about.

As I slid into a leather booth at the Slip Inn, I thought about that. Right on cue, a man slid in next to me, his shirt wet, most likely from sliding into another booth after another lady and spilling his drink. He already had his pickup line ready, but thankfully it was not "Come here often?"

This is a place where you can purchase a "Defend Dallas" T-shirt, dance by yourself, sip your drink and listen to people talk about people who have exploded and dance with your friends who are not exploded. The Slip Inn's got the quality I love in a dive bar: You never know who will walk through the door. It's like the opposite of Cheers.

Monday night especially, the mix is a little less strung-out than on the weekends, which only added to the magical feel.

"My sister-in-law told me that at Six Flags one summer, a bunch of people died after the roller coaster got struck by lightning. I wouldn't mind going out like that."

"Yeah. And, I mean, you're on a roller coaster, which is already a metaphor for life and death."

These are the things you learn. The conversations you hear and wonder the next morning if they were real. The thing about Slip Inn is it feels like it's relatively unchanged over the course of time, untainted by the more upscale clubs just up Henderson. I know I went on a night that doesn't live up to the bar's packed-to-the-gills, grind-on-your-neighbor dance party nights, but that was sort of the point.

The Slip Inn feels sealed off, which has much to do with the fact that it has no windows, so its secrets never leave.

At the Slip Inn, a man will try to get you to dance, and you will accept, until his friend joins him on the dance floor, and suddenly you're getting A Night at the Roxbury-ed. Normally, this sort of unwanted (and, really, mind-boggling) approach to hitting on a woman would bother me, but the Slip Inn's cabin pressure sort of puts you at ease. Maybe it's the red lighting. Everyone looks good in red lighting. Oh, look! Another drink is in my hand.

The bathrooms made my right eye twitch. I've seen a lot of bad bathrooms, but I could practically hear the coke talk from decades ago. This is the price I pay to drink at a proper bar.

"Did you see that show on the Discovery Channel about the woman who eats her husband's ashes?"

"No, but fuck all that shit."

I will be back to grind on you, Slip Inn.

My Voice Nation Help
17 comments
Jared
Jared

how does this "writer" have a job?

Ben Oliver
Ben Oliver

favorite line: "but I could practically hear the coke talk from decades ago"

cockadoodledoooo
cockadoodledoooo

Isn't "dive bar" just a Dallas code word for "douche-den"...always seemed a bit too pretentious and contrived of a word to me. But I suppose that's what this city has become and it gets folks into the doors, so, yay!

Matt P
Matt P

This made me smile! Don't forget to check out Tradewinds!

Lance_Lester
Lance_Lester

The best dive bar in Dallas is right next door to you at The Grapevine. 

Mike
Mike

Unfortunately I don't think this article does Slip Inn justice. The majority of it is random quotes and someone trying to hit on you. In turn neglecting some of the things that make Slip Inn what it is. Yeah you got the "Defend Dallas" in there but you failed to mention that this is one of the best places in Dallas to listen to real hip-hop, and that the huge mural on the back patio was done by the late graffiti artist Minus Won.  

Steve
Steve

Mitche's was a wanna be legit douche bar before the word douche was applied to humans. Before it was Mitche's, it was a raw patch of land with a metal shithouse on it.  Now THAT was legit!  Open 24/7.  Had to hold the door shut with your foot to keep out the paint huffers.Nice try, Mitche's bitches.#ThatAintNuthin

P.S.:  Nice writing, Audra.  Thank you.

Jon Daniel
Jon Daniel

The dive bar in Dallas, with all it's warts and underlying douchiness, is still one of the few places where one can imagine not exactly being in Dallas.

NewsDog
NewsDog

The Slip Inn is a wanna be dive bar for the SMU/Uptown crowd. The real dive bar was Mitche’s, which was the predecessor in that very same location. Beer and set ups. Normally opened at 6:00 AM. When I lived a block up on McMillan I loved going there for a beer after I mowed the lawn.   And Audra, the only Coke those walls would ever have talked about was Cola.

Audra Schroeder
Audra Schroeder

Oh, I love the Grapevine. Maybe a little too much. Ships too. This wasn't meant to be piece about how the Slip Inn is the "best," though. Just an experience on a random night.

NewsDog
NewsDog

Or around the corner at Ships

chips O'toole
chips O'toole

i don't think this article does writing justice..

cockadoodledoooo
cockadoodledoooo

Nah, the whole "dive bar" thing is a bit contrived. Why not just go to a bar? Why must it be a "dive"? Real "dive" bars, back in the day, were just bars(where the locals hung out at, usually). Now everything has to have an adjective appended to it, to some how, sound authentic. Just like folks who refer to themselves as "geeks", "nerds", yada yada....enough with the labels and just pour me a drink!

Now Trending

Dallas Concert Tickets

From the Vault

 

Loading...