Gin Rickeys 1447 Central Avenue, Dubuque, IA 52001

"They opened the bar early just for our bridal party! It was the bride and grooms favorite hangout spot. So it was extra special :)"

"Shame on you for serving underage. I am glad you got caught before someone was injured. The number of citations indicates you were not checking ids and this must have been intentional."

"Not exclusive, constantly a line. Small place where new drunks like to make the floor slippery. $5 shots, music is way way too loud, in my opinion, your better off on main Street, go to the venue or the hub for similar, yet more appropriate experience. The floors are drier and the music is better, especially on weekends. :) At least you don't have to scream to say hi to the person an inch away from you. I'm never coming back to gins. No offense intended, your money is better spent elsewhere."

"The mixed drinks are pretty cheap but really crowded with college kids late at night and cups everywhere on the floor and very slippery floor to were someone could get hurt falling."

"Way over capacity and too loud to carry a conversation without screaming to your partner. Sure, as expected for a college dive bar but these are only the minor annoyances. Every step you take beyond the doorway after being greeted by a giant phone booth powered by rocks (I think they call it a bouncer?) bit by bit the sticky soda adhesive peels layers of rubber from beneath your shoes. By the time you reach the bar you feel like Fred Flintstone standing there with smelly sticky bare feet. They have these rock powered things working behind the bar as well. Seemingly turning out drinks left and right filling a black void because no one is really getting service. Rightfully so you don't tip them because they take half the evening to acknowledge that there is in fact humans with a strange currency called dollars that want to pay for a service. I feed them the exact amount they ask for and they snarl at you because they really wanted more... What a tease. I begin to nurse my beer and it's not until then that l realize I'm surround by inebriated zombies fueled by alcohol and tobacco. In all directions. Then I want to leave but I feel like a baby trying to exit it's womb. I get all stick and slimy with sweat and the alcoholic equivalent of after birth. Luckily these properties reduce the friction and I break free of that terrible cave. As a disclaimer, this review isn't meant to be take seriously nor literally. But the one star is well deserved."