The Trolley Stop

The mark of the best bars has very little to do with the sort of alcohol you can get, what beers are on tap, or whether the person behind the bar knows what really goes into a Mojito, especially in Dayton. I mean, I know what goes into a Mojito (this isn’t a bad recipe, actually), but it’s immaterial when considering the best places in this town. Of those, I’d have to say that the friendliest spot downtown has to be the Trolley Stop, on the corner of Fifth St. and Wayne Avenue on the main drag of the city’s Oregon District. This is a quintessential neighborhood bar, with a level pool table upstairs, live music three nights a week, and a crew of regulars more colorful and friendly than any other on that strip. On those nights, ladies, make sure to have a dance with the the bearded blond hippie in the open Hawaii shirt. He’s sure to give you a twirl and a smile, and you just might be able to get his name and send it back to me. I’ve met the guy at least twenty times, and I have forgotten to ask every time. Of course, he never asked me to dance with him.

Tags: Bars, Dayton, Ohio, Trolley Stop

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