Last night, myself and several members of my party were inappropriately grabbed and cussed out by…read morean employee who was so drunk he could neither speak nor stand straight. When we first came in he was sitting at the bar in a Farrell's Lounge shirt and clearly drunk beyond description, so I assumed him to be a regular and didn't think any more about him until one of my friends returned from ordering, and was uncomfortable because he had been grabbing her shoulders. Looking over at him again throughout the night, it was clear he was more than comfortable to continue to do this to the other women at the bar. The bartenders seem unbothered by this obnoxious, drunk behavior. There is no way they didn't see this drunk man invading the personal space of the other patrons. Around 1:30, he stumbles to our table, and in a drunken slur, makes sure we're all tabbed out. He'd gotten some glasses earlier, but again due to his incredible drunkenness and inappropriate behavior, I thought maybe he just grabbed glasses and checked with patrons to help the bartenders. Anyway, while asking if we've tabbed out, he had some kind of grabbing tool and said if we weren't tabbed out we'd get, "a butt grab," and he then proceeded to use the grabber to grab at my chest, trying for my nipple based on where it landed. I gently pushed the tool away and said, "Don't do that." He laughed and tried to squeeze my nipple again, at which point my brother intervened and said, "He said don't do that." This belligerent drunk laughed and stared trying to grab my brother's nipple with it, so my brother tried to take the grabber from this drunk, telling him to, "respect other people's personal space." (I'm not paraphrasing here - my brother was angry, but could tell this man was wasted, so he was being neither harsh nor callous.) At this point, the drunk with the Farrell's Lounge shirt and the ponytail started to scream (and slur) at all of us, telling us over and over again to, "GET THE FUCK OUT." Again, because we didn't think he should be molesting us. We left but waited outside since we had one last party member in the bathroom while all this happened. The drunk opened the door and told us to go away. I finally asked, "Man, do you even work here?" The drunk in the Farrell's Lounge shirt with the ponytail responded very proudly (but not clearly), "Yes I do." While I was initially hoping for the "best", that this man who molested and cussed out my party was just a drunk that the bartenders irresponsibly overserved and refused to handle, that wasn't the case. The indescribably drunk man who ran his hands on one of my group, threatened us with a butt grab while grabbing for my nipple, and cussed at us for having a problem with that behavior is loudly and proudly an employee of this establishment. I've never had a staff member of any bar I've been to at any time in any city be so drunk, perverted, and rude. What a disgusting man. What a disgusting business to allow someone like this to work for it. It's clear from how emboldened he felt to behave this way, and how the bartenders refused any intervention, that this is just how Sideways operates. Obviously, I'll never be back and will make sure everyone I know who enjoys Dickson never comes here again

went down quick. funny bouncer is gone. no more pool tournament on Sunday. I'm not a college kid so…read moreI don't go out to bars and this was my only refuge.

great place to chill and have a drink bartenders were super friendly and the service was good.read more

On a cold, winters night I sent my nebulous, meditating astral body through the far reaches of time…read moreand space, all the way from the snowy, wind-blown wastes of forgotten Alaska to the rain-slicked pavement of Dickson Street. As my consciousness formed atop a glowing pinnacle of truth and enlightenment, I saw it - my beloved Ryleighs, peering at me from the choking fog as if in a fever dream. Taking the form of an intangible bearded goat composed of naught but pure happiness and delight floating atop a golden cloud of wisdom, I entered this delightful domicile and allowed it to shower me in a golden rain of sweet, sweet alcohol. Travis poured raging rivers of Vegas Bombs into my heavenly gullet, while Coco J showered me in frothing waves of Guinness. The venerable ghost of Papa Levi hovered in the back, hands praying to the gods of liver damage while an evil spirit named Wolf cowered in the corner, unable to express its disdain for the pure joy that erupted around it. All too soon I was ripped away, rudely shunted back into this crude form of meat and bone, my astral journey having abruptly ended. Having touched heaven one to many times now, no bar shall ever equal the psychadelic nirvana that is Ryleigh's. ALL HAIL!

Hands down, Morano's has the best hamburger in town and great onion rings. Many go for darts or…read morepool, we go for the food!

Music-The Mountain Gypsies- was exceptional. The food was great. Service was great and not your…read moretypical bar fare. They make weekly specials. People are friendly and welcoming.

This is a very nice establishment, with loads of potential. Very clean, nice looking friendly…read morestaff. The service was kind. At this price point nice looking place I would have liked to have a cloth napkin not a paper towel. Would have been nice to have something under my food, or on my lap. Food, the wings were nearly perfect, great job. But those cheeses fries would have only earned a one star. Horrible fries so, so very salty, see the top down picture and table with salt everywhere. Also the top of the fries had cheese but nothing underneath. Over half that dish is just over salted fries with no dip. I really wanted to like this place. Not sure I'll be going back anytime soon.

My husband and I came here ahead of a show down the street. The place was busy but they had a thigh…read moretop table for us. Our server was the sweetest gal!! She took such great care of us ! I was surprised at how many tvs there were inside but the vibes were very collegey bar but not in an annoying way. We got the chili cheese fries and I probably should have just ordered that ! They were sooooo good. I also got the hangover burger. It was really tasty.

Came here last night around 9pm. It was a cute vibe. It was really cool that they had a rooftop…read moreexperience and there's a small bar up top too. It seemed like a pretty calm night and the place wasn't too crazy busy. I felt like the rooftop could have used some additional lighting but maybe bc of the weird weather we get here it's not an option. I'm not sure. The bartenders were nice and the security door man checked everyone's Id and was nice too. Overall this place was just okay.

Went after the Trans March down Dickson during Pride Weekend last week (Friday 6/26) and the vibes…read morewere BAD! If you're queer, Brewski's next door is the better bet. The young man checking ID's on Friday around 8 pm was rude, as was the rooftop bartender, who actually wouldn't say a word to my group. Stay away!

Ok so I like good food and good beer, I'll admit it. This place had the beer down but the food…read morecould step up a a notch. Don't get me wrong food was good, just not exceptional. With a little inspiration I really think this place will go far! Staff was amazing and fun, owner was very presentable and conscientious so this is in no way a down review! Max potential here!!!!!

Def a lit place. Bought drinks and chilled during pride and was just a great vibe. Def consider…read moredropping here if you. Need a quick drink haha

Great night with friends drinking Happy Dads at Brewskis! Great service and atmosphereread more

The bomb. Best kept beer in town. Comfortable like home. Great staff…read more Beer choices are amazing Beer is kept perfectly Staff is soo nice I love them

Have no clue how to officiate their bouncers. Doesn't matter who is in the right, whoever makes the…read moreclaim; their word goes. Worse bouncers I have seen on Dickson.

Sometimes a neighborhood bar is like a bad video game, as you navigate your belly, loaded with…read morehazardous materials, through the narrow alleys adjacent to Dickson Street! It's a deer path, now turned into a chaotic cement pathway, permanently under construction with lanes narrowed, sometimes unmarked, or suddenly blocked by construction equipment. You score points by avoiding suicidal $9/per hour truck drivers pouring out from their meth sheds in West Fork with overloaded unsafe trucks spewing diesel exhaust. They will try to sandwich you in as they pass you on the left and right. Awwwwww yeah SAHN! Its Mario Brothers on steroids! Let's hope that your 15 gallons of paint (that's the limit!) doesn't spill into a Jackson Pollock abstract, with you smushed in the middle. You will lose all of your eco-karma Super Mushroom Power-ups in addition to $75K for clean-up costs. At last you hit the exit, breathing a deep sigh of relief. Just continue past some nondescript industrial buildings where toxic white bread is manufactured.... possibly from the hazardous materials available nearby. White bread you say? Insanity! Finally, you are there! Princess Peach hands you a clipboard and an ice cold Coors Tallboy. "Congratulations," she says, lifting up her skirt "you made it in one piece." You can only think of one question. "Sup' with those chicken waaaaangs?"