Goat Hill Tavern

It really depends on who you are.... I love this bar. I'm a regular along with my friend Anne. She's literally called the Queen of Goat Hill and I'm the Princess. If you respect them, they'll respect you. Beer is cheap as hell and the drinks are even stronger.

I don't like crowds so I chose not to go on weekends, but I'm pretty much there Sunday - Thursday.

Founders hour is the best. 4 dollar pitchers? Good luck finding that anywhere else.

There have been some reports of sheistiness going on here, but as long as you're with good people and don't act like a jackass, you'll get the respect you deserve.…

Sexual Harassment & Assualt. Last night at the Goat Hill, I had to call the cops before five bouncers got their asses put in an ICU. I went out to get something from my car, after I had already bought three pitchers with my girlfriend. When I tried to walk back inside, one of the West Coast Patrol security guards told me I had to wait in line. So I went to the back of the line.

First off, I am a paying patron. The Goat Hill is not some high-class VIP bar that you pay to get in to. It's a hole in the wall bar, bounced by some O.C. born-and-raised, bitch-ass security gaurds. They should be more careful with who they lay their hands on. Some men would have just pulled a gun or a knife out right then and there for the disrespect they gave me.

The West Coast Patrol blacking the back entrance said: "You are nobody" and let four more girls in. So, that got me a little heated. I then said f*ck this and walked right in the front when then 5 bouncers grabbed me as I kept my hands up to show I am was not a threat. They tried to man handle me out of the bar, and had a hard time doing it with 4-5 guys. Then this one AZN kat who thinks he is hard as f*ck, tried to bounce my ass 50 yards from the bar. He's lucky he didn't get a bottle broken off in his neck.

Before my girlfriend came out to see what was going on, this Bald security guard yells out: "Your girlfriend is getting f*cked tonight by a different guy!"

What stopped me from stabbing him in the neck? Love.

So I called the cops and filed a police report. I am pressing charges for sexual harassment and assault against the Goat Hill Establishment.

I will never go back to pay for their overpriced beer and poor service.…

Not for the Prada and Chihuahua crowd = awesome!. Having just spent 3 years in Orange County going to Law School I think I'm pretty qualified to talk about pretentiousness. This bar is an oasis of ner-do-well liver warriors ironically juxtaposed to "uber-stuckup-look-at-me" Sutra (so called ultra lounge) right across the street. This place has 141 beers on tap including my sentimental favorites from Bend, Oregon based Dechutes brewery. The bathrooms look like they came straight from a war-torn refugee camp in Africa (assuming the girls' commode mirrors the guys'), the floor is covered in peanut shells crushed into the pavement under decades of beer soaked shoes. The walls are rarely visible behind the trailer-park-pack rat-decor of random signs, dusty animal heads, license plates and the like. A full third of the place is dedicated to their monument to indoor smoking regulation loopholes. The small roof openings in both ends of the westernmost third of the bar give the necessary "outdoor" classification for smokers to beat up their lungs along with their livers. Grab your shuffle puck and sign up early if you want your turn at dethroning any one of several local tournament players likely to crush you like the peanut shell you're standing on.

If you've been on the scene in the OC for any length of time, you know people can be pretty image obsessed and strangers tend to ask what you do for a living before asking your name. Goat Hill Tavern is THE dive of dive bars - not for the uninitiated or faint of heart and certainly not for Paris Hilton or your freshly minted girlfriend. I once lost a sufflepuck bet and had to eat one of the hard boiled eggs taken from its decades' old vinegar bath holding vessel behind the bar. If you want a night out with the boys or any excuse to take a break from the Newport Beach Peninsula crowd, head to the intersection of Harbor and Newport Blvds and you'll find the intersection between down-to-earth people and vast amounts of beer!…

Stay Away At All Costs. Scary. That's the best word to describe this place. I felt like I was at a high school kegger. The only thing that this place needs to bring you right back to the age of 17 is a beer bong. i would assume it would be a pretty easy place to pick up drunk chicks....but the place is so brightly lit, not even beer goggles can save some of the trash lurking around this bar.

This bar would be perfect in the back woods of Georgia. Enough said.…