What a dump! ("Dive" is reserved for
more classy establishments.)
We could not determine what was more filthy - the patrons, restrooms or manners of their less than charming bar concierge, "Ian." (The latter has fully embraced the career option of pandering exclusively to losers for dollar tips in a jar.)
PS: When you arrive to see a line of cabs in the carpark waiting for the inevitable fares, you kinda get the hint you are about to enter Drunk Central.
Enjoy - if you've had all your shots and consider slumming with trash more than a spectator sport.
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.
Go at your own risk! Dangerous. This place is rough and nasty smelling! Drunk and disorderly people pick on the more normal patrons. The bouncers do nothing to protect you or others. Bouncers act like thugs and act like they're above the law. Contantly hear of brutal beatings and police get called too late. This bar should be investigated!
Go during Founder's Hour...all drinks including pitchers are 1/2 price!.
If you like beer, you'll love this place. With 141 beers on tap who wouldn't? They have everthing from the pisswater Coors, Budweiser, etc. to the finer beers such as Stone's Oaked Arragant Basta...(site won't let me finish word), Chimay White Cap and even some Lambics for those with a sweeter taste. Lots of import beers too. They have a full bar if your not into beer. Ya, the bartenders can be kinda gruff, but they work thier butts off.
The Goat also has 3 pool tables (1 in the back room), shuffle board and fooz ball if you get bored and want to play some games. Don't come dressed up as the place is pretty dirty with peanuts shells on the ground. Also, not a place to leave your valuables out in the open, they will be stolen, but it's like that at any bar. I highley recommend this place.
Good Beer!!. If you are looking for a dive bar this is the place to go. You can wear pretty much anything and get away with it. It is a great place to play pool and some shuffle board. Another positive is that there is something like 100 beers on tap. I would reccommend going during the week cause the weekends get pretty busy.
A Relief. What a relief to get out of the shittiest club I have ever been to, Sutra, and walk across the street to find the best dive bar ever. The funny thing is that my dad was the first one to tell me about this place.......cus they have almost every type of beer on tap. It was a great place to hang out with a group of friends......just order a couple of pitchers.......play some drunk shuffle board......and you will not regret a second of it. This is definitely somewhere I will go back to......
Goat Hill Tavern should be avoide!!!!.
The bartender Sean has no social skills or customer skills whatsoever! I stood in line behind a cute girl who waited over 5 minutes to get a drink. I waited an extra 3 minutes. He ignored us completely. I said," hey my friend!" to which hew replied, "I'm not your friend."
I wasn't dressed weird, not acting out of line, and the girl I was in line with was a hottie! I figured I'd bring it up with the owner later...and then I found out he'll probably never get fired since he coaches a basketball team that his boss' son is on!
Until Sean is fired, I pledge to boycott that place...and I'd been going there almost 10 years!!!!
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