Filling Post Pub

When you walk through PVC butcher’s curtains, you know you’ve gone somewhere special as you eye the confetti carpeting:
The carpeting, curtains and games say «one time dub-​T Chuck E. Cheese from some weird Tobe Hooper movie,» but the drunk at the bar who looked like the old man from ‘Up’ grunting at the waitress for spitting on him says otherwise.
He says «whorehouse.» Now, I’m not 100% on the Heather Matarazzo-​looking chick’s end, but I know the would-​be curb crawler was asking. And that was after she spit on him.
I started shooting a game of pool because I ordered a beer and didn’t want to sit next to Pete Postlethwait’s one-​time stand-​in. The pool table was questionable and well-​worn, but the outlet dangling out of the wall next to it gave the game an added sense of danger and excitement.
The darkness made it hard to assess the overall grime level. I was aware of the bathrooms, but liquid courage did not yet reach my bladder and force me in there.
I won’t be back. What if I do have to pee next time? I can’t chance that.

I’ve been going there for almost a year now, and it is a great atmosphere with entertaining girls and good drinks! Alecs and Britni are the girls to go see they are beautiful, nice, and so fun to be around! Check them out together on Friday nights! The managers are cool guys that watch over the female clientele and make sure everyone is behaving appropriately with the staff and patrons of the bar.

I’m a semi-​regular customer, and sure the place has it’s moments, but overall, it really kinda sucks. Beers are 3.50 and they sell crappy shots of watered-​down something that’s pretty awful. There have been some sweet girls who worked there over the years, but they are constantly changing staff, and my favorites are all history. Lena, Kelli, Rene and a few others were nice to talk to, as well as being easy on the eyes.
The guys who come there every day, usually hang out back and smoke dope, play pool and tell lies to each other between beers.
A couple of the managers treat the girls like cattle sometimes — I think everyone who works there is an alcoholic (except Mike) and they all drink all shift long. It’s amazing that nobody has gotten a 502 after work, but a few live within walking distance, which is a blessing to everyone on the road.
There is a Jukebox that cost 50 cents a song, unless you search, which is a buck — Come on…

Don’t come here. Ugly girls. Very odd crowd. Go to Beach Girls or whatever its gonna be called.

You can tell this place is very classy since it’s wedged between a lawn mower repair store and a liquor store.
You can tell this place is very classy since the frontdoor is plastic strips, similar to a walk in freezer.
You can tell this place is very classy since their toilet paper and other supplies are stored under the pool tables.
You can tell this place is very classy since all the shot glasses are broken and cracked. Every single one!
Now, since it is a lingerie bar, lets talk about the girls. Since it was a Thursday night, they had 3 girls on staff. On a scoring system of 1 – 10, maximum total score for all three girls being a 30, their combined score is a 10. One chick named Angel was gorgeous, with a perfect body and very cute face, I am only giving her a 9 because she seemed wasted, but was very friendly and offered us to take shots off her body, which we gladly accepted. Again, I need to emphasize this chick had a ridiculous body, and she was wearing leopard print panties and bra and fishnet stockings. The other two chicks had a combined score of 1. One was wearing a tarp, and thank god for that because her body was horrible. She was built like King Hippo from Mike Tyson’s Punch Out. You would think her face would be a redeeming quality. Nope. The other chick, blonde and tatted up was about 5’6″ 200lbs. Her best feature? The clearly visible c-​section scar. Enough said.
The drinks are very cheap, $ 7 for a large Heineken, $ 4 shots. If management was smart, they would fire the whales working there, I’m drinking, not harpooning for gods sakes, and hire more Angels. 3 stars. WARNING CASH ONLY.

I seem to always come back even though this place is weird. PROBABLY because I’m always so hammered frm johnny saloon. Wh
en I say weird it goes hands dwn to the staff. The security is some 60 year old man that loves to bust your balls about your id, the manger is some bald pervert that just stares at you like a fat kid staring at cake, and some of the girls are decent. For 4 dollars I got to see their drunk 40 yr old bartenders titts, But pretty amusing. They have some cool games there (basketball, pool, and a punching bag) but really small in there, but does it matter when there is just only 5 perverts in there getting a Boob shot. They only serve beer don’t order a mixed drink cus its with that rag water alcohol just stick to bottle beer. The crowd is kind of white trash but I never had problems there. Becareful on the pricing of your beer it changes frm girl to girl.

One bikini-​clad bartender on a slow night where the manager decided to close early and almost didn’t let us in. She asked if we wanted shots. We said no, but I offered to buy her a shot and she poured herself a sake bomb. And then she revealed she’d been having boy drama. Newcastle was the only decent beer on tap. I’m thinking I won’t be back here…

the only thing good about this place is the beer, but you can get that anywhere so I would suggest you look somewhere else if you wana have a good time. I went with a cousin to drink a few cold ones, but i got so annoyed at the ‘bouncer’ who kept acting like he’s some type of celebrity showing off at that punching arcade game and yelling at two dudes who were playing pool, he was on a serious power trip. The girls need to loose some pounds. Now I know this is not too nice, and Im not trying to be disrespectful, but they do not have the body to be walking around in those outfits.
At the end, if all youre looking for is to drink beer, i guess this place will do the job, but im sure there are millions of better places to go.

I came here with my boyfriend for a quick beer and to check out the place. I’ve passed by hundreds of times and always wondered how it was. The bar is located in the corner of a small dumpy plaza and now has a big sign that says «Lingerie Bar». The second we walked in we were met with stare downs by the middle aged white trashy guys playing pool. The place is small, dark, damp and sketchy. The «bouncer» was some small scrawny guy that hung out in the parking lot. The girls that worked here were on the chunky side and wore bras and panties, not bikinis. I have to say that they were nice and friendly though. We ordered our beers and my boyfriend got up to order something else when one of the white trashy pool playing guys came up to me and took my boyfriend’s seat. He asked me how I was and proceeded to hit on me when my boyfriend came back and politely said that he was sitting there and that I was with him. The guy not only didn’t get up but was rude, said he didn’t care and that they could take it outside. Our bartender who said the guys were regulars eased him off and told him to go back to his game and leave us alone. I felt really unsafe and just wanted to finish our beers and leave. Our bartender then proceeded to try and lighten the mood by pulling apart her top and showing us her nipple rings. That didn’t help and I think scared my boyfriend. We chugged our beers, tipped, and left. Never to return.

it was a normal sunday at lampost pizza watching football. eating pizza and drinking beers. around 230pm it got crazy busy packed with every baseball kid and parent in huntington beach. so my friend bob said lets go to the filling post. I said thats fine not knowing where i was taking them. I got there and walked in and immediately i noticed it was a lingerie bar. the chicks were very hot and of course all the old men that were in here were all over them. Overall the atmosphere was okay. drinks were fine for a decent price. filled with perverted old men and alot of dudes. The chicks were great to look at dont get me wrong. ill go back .but probably with a group of chicks next time.

I normally go here with my friends if we can’t think of any other place to go nearby for cheap beer. I have a complacent attitudes towards this place. I don’t hate it but I don’t love it. It’s just «meh». The barkeep girls aren’t bad-​looking so there’s visual candy. With a few of them you can have friendly banter with, like one day I did with one who claimed to be dating a pro soccer player. They serve beer and have those faux-​liquor drinks. They also have sake shots.
They have 2 big plasmas at the bar and various smaller ones around. There’s hoops game and 2 pool tables for your leisure. The clientele seems to be your standard older, working class guys. The place is near Thai food, Mexican food or Fresh & Easy if your hunger craves and also next door to a liquor store if you need those 5-​hour energy drinks to carry on.

For what its worth, most of Lauren J’s review is spot on.
sleazy (well as sleazy as you can find cause the area itself is pretty nice) — check
overweight girls that scream victorville? — check
I’ve only been there twice (back to back nights fri/​sat) and both nights the same girl was working the bar. Slightly overweight chick who screams 909, but for what its worth, was friendly. This place is a dive in the truest sense. The manager of a bar, Mike, looks like he is a month removed from finishing up a 10 year sentence in County. That being said, this place isnt all that bad if youre just looking for a neighborhood dive bar to grab a beer. A couple of my buddys who turned me onto this place go semi-​frequently and they say the «talent» is leaps and bounds better during midweek late afternoon. On my visit I thoroughly enjoyed the $ 11 pitchers of domestic (living in W. LA, I’m used to paying atleast 30% more), the coin-​op pop a shot basketball game and coin-​op punch-​o-​meter game. Rough exterior (and interior) aside, its actually a pretty friendly place. Mike the manager looks about as Whiskey Tango (white trash) as you get, but he’s actually a decently nice dude. If you want a less sleazy bikini bar, I heard Green Girls down the street is much better, but if you just want a down and dirty local bar to kick back and drink some beers at, this aint that bad.

Situated between a 4-​wheeler supply store and a dumpy liquor store, the filling post is about as slimy as the area can get. Overweight girls that scream Victorville in a tone that 30 years of chain smoking Marlboros produces serve you wearing outdated WalMart underwear. I can’t honestly call it a bikini bar because half of the girls looked like they just got to work and stripped down to their regular old bra and panties without any regard for which ones they happened to be wearing that day. So when Bernadette, Courtney, and [insert trashy name here] roam around the filling post offering up cold suds, expect to see numerous c-​section scars muddled in between stretch marks and a few inner thigh bruises.
Beer was cheap but I wouldnt dare drink it out of their pub glasses because I dont trust their soap or the disease ridden clientele that drink out of them.
They have pool tables, but who cares.
Uhh…thats about it.