Fiorino’s

«Fee’s» is the definition of a dive bar. I honestly have to give this bar 5 stars for several reasons. As a kid I helped clean this bar on the weekend before it would open, so I remember how quaint it was before Larissa’s pet parlor sold it (another establishment I worked at.) after it was sold they opened the floor plan & added pool tables & dart boards. They have so many regulars who I knew as a kid, & now sometimes drink alongside with. They have had the same bartenders for quite some time now. They’ve recently implemented a Sunday football potluck.
There’s a real sense of local community at this bar, I’m sad to hear that Joey no longer is apart of this establishment. I wish they would somewhat renovate the bar area, it can get noisy especially during football or baseball games. If you want to see real Sonoma county locals, visit Fiorinos! The pool is so much fun! I love playing family members & family friends.

Best bar in the world!!! Great drinks great pours and even better service, and freshly remodeled. If your not wasted your day is.

It is a fun place to have a cocktail or beer/​wine after work. Susie is a wonderful bartender. The service is quick and if you drink mixed drinks you will surely be satisfied. Its a great dive bar. They don’t serve food, with the exception of chips behind the bar. You can always stop at Olivers on the way home for good take home food. :)

Never give a bad review to a place u drink at! Haa but glad its there. Only way to learn about the new town u moved to is to find your local, old school neighborhood bar. Its a fun, mellow, good natured REAL Bar. Thanks Joey and crew for «keeping it Real»…

Hell yeah the Big F haha. One of the best bars in town in my opinion and DEFINITELY the best bar in Rincon Valley. A great place to start and end a weekend night. They always have 3 craft beers on tap and do a great job of serving customers (don’t have to wave your fist in the air). Sometimes I’ll find myself in downtown santa rosa wanting nothing more than to take a cab back to fiorinos for a racer 5, shot of tequila, and a good game of dice.

Always enough dice.

Cool laid back local bar. I’ve been here a few times now and
they have these outrageous specials, someone always brings
food in and the guys here are really cool.
I’ve also seen some really cute girls here — which is awesome for this kind of bar. I feel lucky this place is close to where I live. WATCH out for martini night though — the evening gets away from you.

If you find yourself at Fiorino’s and it’s not purely accidental (like say, you got lost in the parking lot, or you were walking out of Oliver’s with your roasted whole chicken and thought «Gee, that bar looks like a hip place to hang, maybe I’ll head there tonight»), you’re one of the following:
A) A pool enthusiast, looking for some good competition
B) An alcoholic
C) Someone I went to high school with
Or you could just be me — I’m not necessarily any of the above, although I have a little bit of each of those things in me… although Fiorino’s isn’t classy by any stretch of the imagination, it is eccentric. And for me, it is a prime «your team» game location. Ohh and the drinks? Priced just right.

Its easy to miss this place. You really have to look hard to find it. And if you are looking *that* hard to find *this* place, you are likely involved in one of two scenarios: either you have a problem, or you’re just trying to find trouble. And depending on which scenario you find yourself in, this is suburban wine-​o culture at its worst… or best.
Located between vacant retail spaces at the back of a lonely, desolate strip mall in the northeast suburbs of Santa Rosa, you’ll know you’ve reached the bleak, depressing dead end of barfly Judgment Day well before you set foot inside.
Park out front at the well-​lit grocery store, whistle Hello Dolly! while dancing and skipping, do whatever you have to do, but if you are determined to go here, you will inevitably have to round the corner of the walkway leading down a low-​lit path to the wayward, mostly abandoned, left side of the strip mall. A riveted silver vinyl front door, a cabinet sign hanging from the rafters above a lonely covered arcade walkway, a collection of dented metal folding chairs strewn around the front — these are all red flags. This place is begging you not to enter. You will hear echoes in your head as you near the front door. Its almost as if the place itself is warning you in stinky, breathy mumblings…
«PLEASE DON’T *cough* COME IN HERE. *snort* *burp* IT’LL SUCK THE LIFE OUTTA YUHHHHHhhh…»
The warning would have helped had my compadres not forced me in. You get inside…
Oh no. :|
Its exactly as you pictured. Five or six stinky drunkies slumped over bourbons at a dimly-​lit counter being served by a stinky drunky barkeep. ok, so that’s a pretty decent juke box in the middle of the room, and the right side of the sticky deserted room, a little brighter, bathed in blue fluorescent, has two pool tables, a dart board, and a high cocktail table. The table is soon occupied by four glass tumblers of tequila, compliments of our waiter from earlier that evening at Old Mexico Restaurant down the street. What’s he doing here?
I’m not sure how I mustered the sagacity to refuse the tumblers given the condition I was in, but I somehow refrained. This was *after* we had just come from Old Mexico where we sucked down a 64 oz. fish bowl plus some extra margaritas for good measure. One of my friends asked if I was gonna harf. I was gonna, yes, so I went into the bathroom and harfed six times. Don’t use the bathroom here unless you just don’t care if other «patrons» walk in on you doing your business, because there are no locks on the bathroom doors… and there’s really barely a bathroom door. You will just get crunked out in this joint, and not really in a good way…