Wagon Wheel

Needed a cold one after a long day and this place was close by. Looked like a dive from the pictures and it didn’t disappoint. As we were walking up we were greeted by two friendly dogs that came right in the bar with us. What a great place when you can have a cold one a shout best friend can join you. I believe the bartenders name was Kate. She was quite friendly and honestly one of the best bartenders I have seen in action, fast, accurate and didn’t have to write sh*t down even when serving 5 people simultaneously. It’s places like this that make what I do for a living enjoyable. Cheers!

Outstanding bar, the place has the feel it had when I first went in it back in 1976.(some of the same furniture too) The owners work behind the bar and are the epitome of friendliness and great customer service. The non-​owner staff are outstanding and provide stimulating intellectual conversation as well as a great game of liars dice when slow. Very few rowdy knuckleheads.

Epitome of a dive bar — in all the right ways. Owner/​bartender is very cool and personable. Great atmosphere — everyone feels welcome. Definitely added to my short list of watering holes!

Went In just for a beer to past time with a buddy and ended up staying for quite awhile playing shuffleboard. Overall had a really great time.

Friendly place as neighborhood bars go. The inside is large, and the amenities are plentiful. 5 pool tables, TVs, real fireplace, pin ball, shuffleboard, jukebox, and sometimes friendly pooches around to add a cheer. Many draft beers to choose from and reasonable prices. Does not get much better than this.

Pool tables, pin ball machines, juke box with some good tunes but the best was the bartender Jason making everyone feeling comfortable and pouring some good cocktails. (Makes a killer Bloody Mary)
Wish I would have come here sooner. Had some stiff drinks and good laughs with the other patrons!

This was a fun divey place to go on a rainy Saturday as we swung through Santa Rosa and had a little time to kill. It doesn’t look like much from the outside, but my boyfriend and I enjoyed ourselves more than we had expected.
There are four pool tables, shuffleboard (which we got to play for free, since the coin machine was broken), and several video game machines. Not to mention a jukebox, and a full bar.
Crowd seemed to be mainly locals, and it wasn’t too crowded in the late afternoon. Fun vibe, friendly people… great place to spend an hour or two.

First time visiting this place the other night. it was busier than I expected from the look of it. I love finding dive bars to check out. i would say it’s something I like to do as a hobby, and for a local adventure. I didn’t feel out of place or like I was walking into a bad scene. The bartender was absolutely welcoming and sociable. I would definitely rank this bar in my top 3 of dives that I have been to. It was a quick visit for me, but this is definitely a place where you can join in a pool game with the people who are there.

My girlfriend and I decided to visit this bar based on another Unilocal review that said something like «real people with real problems». That was appealing to her because it had potential to not be pretentious. And pretentious it was not. She ordered and café con Ron, and the café was instant, just like in her home country. Wonderful. The people were extraordinarily friendly, and the pool tables cost 4 quarters to play. They played music on the juke box from the early ’ 90’s, ’70’s, and from last year. We met some older folks and kicked their asses in pool. Overall, had a great time. The bartender was also friendly, and the drinks were priced as usual. There were definitely people there with real problems.

My Dad and Stepmother owned this Santa Rosa historical landmark for drinkers and pool players in the 60s. Vale and Ethel Specht were a fun couple in those freewheeling days of civic growth in Sonoma County. The current owners have preserved this tiny bit of the time/​space continuem. The vibe is still that pleasantly divey ambiance. Local characters still fill the stools and slam down the liars dice cups trying their luck. Thanks Wagon Wheel for the good memories.

This is one of my favorite dives. There’s always a pool table available, and the have full length shuffle board. I have friends in low places.

I like the pool tables and fire pit. Its a run down biker bar but always a fun place too stop in for a beer and game of pinball. The bartender will pour deep well and work your hotspot tickets unlike some others. this joint is A-​ok

We loved it here! It felt just like home, as if I’d stepped back into small-​town Missouri. Cheap coors light, pool tables, and country music that took me back to the early nineties again. Such a great time! Some folks warned us that it was a ‘biker bar’ but we were welcomed without issue, and were chatted up by the bartender a bit just like we belonged.

Hell yes, this place reminds me of the house I grew up in, except it has had all the walls torn out, pool tables thrown in and the cuisine has stayed the same. They got this microwave popcorn and such that kicks butt. Also they have shuffleboard. Great all around.

We had a great time here. I think folks must have wondered what we were doing there, but by the time we left it was all hugs. We wanted a dive bar and that is what we got. Good people, drinks, pool and jukebox.

This bar falls within my top 20. Reasons atmosphere, juke box, pool tables. This place is a old school bar. I first walked in here in 1979 and decided this is what a BAR is suppose to be. I hope you enjoy it as much as I.

Great Dive Bar — plenty of bar seating, pool tables — all kinds of cool games to play in the middle room and well poured drinks.
Kat or Cat is always working when I go there — so I don’t know the other bartenders. She cool, pours a great drink (no happy hour is needed here for the normal prices), and she always engaging — not to just the regulars, but to everyone.
I’ve been here twice when she brought in cake for someone and she gives everyone a piece — no cliques here. I always meet interesting people. Yesterday there was this couple and Kat wanted them to bring their little dog in from the heat — a real cutie and good sat on the guys lap. We all had fun with her. His wife was 10 sheets to the wind, so very entertaining! VERY! she kept talking about having barley and hops in a bag with her twinkie and getting busted because the cops will think it’s weed. It was a good time — you just have to roll with it when someone is that plastered.
Sure it’s a dive — but I like to call it a neighborhood bar or a local bar. A Cool Spot.

Straight-​forward dive bar. Cheap drinks, heavy generous pours, dead animal heads on the wall, local drunks, and plenty of games to play. They have pool tables, video games (including PacMan!!!), and shuffleboard. The bartenders are friendly and you will always meet an interesting character or two sitting at the bar.

Super nice proprietor with a mean accent and interesting clientele here! Stopped by on a quick trip to the area a little while ago and have to say it’s a nice spot. It’s divey, but pretty spacious and has two pinball machines as well as pool, etc. Off the main drag so it’s more a locals vibe (not that SR gets super touristy or anything…)

It was only 7 o’clock. The bar was full, but one couple had already had their fill. The man nudged his woman’s elbow and looked up at me and my girl with a sideways head and jutting chin, «You can have our chairs!» Are you sure, I asked. «Uh huh!», he blurted with firewater burning in his eyes. We took the bar stools as the couple skated out of the bar. Through the open backdoor of the bar, I could see kids riding their bikes in circles with empty plastic water bottles jammed in the forks to produce motorcycle sounds.
Inside, I ordered a pint and couldn’t help to stare, couldn’t help to check it out. .Baseball trophies on the walls. .Memorial stickers on the tall cooler doors behind the counter: «In loving memory of Rod.» «RIP Luke.» «We’ll always remember you, Troy.» And of course some words of wisdom: «It is better to spend money like there’s no tomorrow than to spend tonight like there’s no money.»
There was an autographed poster of Willie Nelson. I was about to ask the bartender if Willie really signed it, but she was too busy with the whiskey-​drenched fuckwit punching the ATM machine. Who could hear Tom Petty with this crybaby jerkoff punching and howling irritably? Who here was now able to enjoy their early evening buzz? He slammed the ATM machine again and the woman behind the counter marched him into the bathroom. She tried her hardest to lock him in there. He now presented the dichotomy of resisting getting trapped in crapper confinement and the threatening of committing suicide. Three tight-​bellied men scurried from their bar stools to the bathroom to assist in locking him in. «Nyaaarr!» the drunk bastard uttered, but there was no point in arguing at this point. One of the tight-​bellied men punched him on the nose and returned to his place at the bar to watch the ball game. Eventually, the nuisance’s mom was called and she came to pick him up.
The bartender was by then in the back sniffing around; she came back suddenly quite jazzed to serve more beers. Things were getting back to normal, but the Hells Angels were stopping by for a soda pop. Upon hearing this news, the local motorcycle gang shuffled out the backdoor and raced away on their bikes. One guy slammed his beer on the bar and announced: «I’m getting out of here before the cops arrive!» Shit was about to go down. The clean-​cut Angels came in and ordered up a round of soda pop and hot dogs. Apparently, a dyslexic native had it all wrong. These bikers were not the Hells Angels. They were the Hells Angles: A group of motorbiking mathematicians looking to wet their beaks before heading off to the Pink Flamingo for a seminar the next day on «Re-​inventing the Circle: The New Round-​About Way to Geometry».
Tonight’s drama now seemed to be over and Tom Petty was again in charge of the airwaves. I now found it suitable to ask about the Willie Nelson poster, but the bartender zipped off to the back room once more. She came back re-​charged yet again, but a little disoriented. She took a drink from her water bottle, mumbled something to it, and marched off to bus tables. It was another night of about one hundred thousand million nights at the Wagon Wheel.