Jenny’s Place

The first time I went here was on a massive drunken bender several weeks after my girlfriend dumped me.
The night was dreary and the drearier souls within those beaten walls seemed merrily alive. Sordid deals made under hushing whisper, mish mash of faint, passing stenches, and a general loosened definition of socially-​acceptable behaviour is the ambiance of this place.
A haggard woman beside the jukebox stared at me between her song selections, and eventually took my avoidance of eye contact as an invitation to approach and flirt. She pushed her belly harder and harder into my shoulder as we talked. The more I insisted I was leaving soon, the more she insisted I make the next jukebox selection. Her three-​tooth smile grew and grew until a sudden tempestuous surrender. She stormed away to the jukebox scowling, and dedicated her next song to me. I don’t remember the tune, but it was a sad classic rock track about a hopeless man feeling sorry for himself. I was thinking «how did this woman nail me so well?» I stood up to exit and she yelled from across the tiny bar, «f***ing loser.»
Let me tell you, when an obese, toothless, balding old hag rightly calls you a loser, that’s a whole new degree of feeling. And that was a quintessential Jenny’s Place moment.
Walking back, shedding a tear or two, I knew I’d return. The drinks are *DIRT* cheap and they’re serving every night till 2am (unheard of in this area until recently)… + sometimes 2am might stretch out a little. If you’re too drunk for other places in the area, this is the place to move to. For food, they sell pickled eggs, Jamaican patties, and old bags of chips. If you are a Unilocal user, I can only assume there’s a high probability you will be treated as an undercover cop. I can’t count how many times I’ve been out for smokes and someone has asked if I’m a cop. If you’re looking for an actual dive bar, this is one.
They recently did some renovations. But I look inside, and it’s still Jenny’s Place to me.

Not so bad. The people I’ve encountered in Jenny’s have always been decent and kind enough to leave us alone.
It is what it is. «Blue collar.» Sure, some patrons may strike fear into the hearts of the owners of the means of production. But so far as I’m concerned, that’s not a problem. Plus it has one of those new fangled juke-​box-​on-​the-​wall thingies loaded with Bob Seger tunes.
Maybe I like Jenny’s because it reminds me of several drinking holes in Windsor. And I mean that as a positive.

Considering my previous reviews I have to say that this place has broken a new threshold for me as being the most sketchy place I have had the pleasure and endurance to get drunk in.
Let me take you back (imagine the flashback from Wayne’s World here)…
I came across the necessity to come here on a holiday Monday recently as all the other local establishments were closed and a friend and I wanted to relax and imbibe some nectar of the gods without calling a bootlegger. Upon arrival it appeared we were the only people in the bar, this was shortly lived. The beer is cheap and by the bottle ($ 3.75) and the liquor is questionable but cheap ($ 3.50) as well. Above the sullied open front greasy spoon style kitchen there was a chalk written menu of which was a mixed list Chinese and bar food, however do to the condition of the establishment and the impending doom microwave we chose to forgo the edible fair and instead drink whiskey and black-​ice.
The atmosphere is that of post-​prison vibe mixed with a stale scent of fear and crack cocaine. The first patron the entered was a very tall man who stoically sat at the back booth with a ginger ale. it became obvious quick that he was there to sell some mysterious product as many people entered through out the night to give him money, drink a drink and runoff to the alleys. From there the a select group of drunks, ramblers and foot in the gravers came and went, even one man that dropped a hypodermic needle trying to get out change from his pocket to pay for his beer.
My friend and I stayed for about an hour drinking out beers and watching the cavalcade of miscreants pouring through the door and shortly out to come back shortly there after high on life for another «drink».
I don’t recommend this place for the weak of heart, stomach, constitution… you know what his place is not for the weak period nor do I recommend it at all less you need crack or a cheap beer real bad.
Beware, weary and stay away.