Spending an evening at the Shiloh Club is like visiting family around the holidays. There are multiple generations of drunk people, and a lot of them are singing karaoke.
The tidy little icehouse has been around so long that even the bartender, an 11-year veteran, doesn’t know when it opened. But it’s safe to say that at least three generations of drinkers have been through the strips of plastic curtain that separate the wobble of singing voices from the covered deck.
Before 7 p.m., after which minors are no longer welcome, the Shiloh Club is where neighborhood kids get schooled by their grandfathers on how to properly hold a dart and how to execute an Irish goodbye.
Training starts as early at 10 a.m., and with hours like that and Lone Stars and Natural Light ringing up for less than $2, it’s fairly evident what kind of bar this is. It’s the kind of bar where all the regulars sucking down stiff pours of bourbon and Coke recognize everyone who saunters in. They bring their big, aging dogs inside and offer you a hamburger at the occasional cookout.
It’s not long before you’ll be on a first-name basis with them as well.
Having a middle-age woman repeat the story of getting Patsy Cline’s autograph just a day before the singer became “mountain mush” up to four times may not be your fondest wish, but remember, you’re a regular now and she’s family.
10 a.m.-2 a.m. Mondays-Saturdays,
noon-2 a.m. Sundays