Swampgrass Willy's
9910 Rte A1A Alt,
Palm Beach Gardens,
FL,
33410
(561) 625-1555
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4 reviews
Total sh*t hole and I think the owner would let people run a train on his mom for money. Total scam artist. Moving past that, the place is beyond filthy. But there is a silver lining. the staff is awesome, the food is excellent and the regulars can be fun to hang out with. I dont think the women could get any easier, heck, one of them was doing some guy in the mens room. I guess the parking lot was too far away? If the words DIRTY, DIVE, and DEBAUCHERY dont bother you, you will get great service, great food and have alot of fun. If the letters VD and STD dont bother you, its good for that too. Don't wanna pay a cover for a band? Head down the road a mile where the live band plays free...
1 review
With the WAY overpriced beers, hardass wanna-be MMA fighter bouncer, and drunken "regulars" that think they own the place, Swampgrass Willy's is one smoke filled hole I will, thankfully, never see the inside of again. Ever. When we showed up last night a band (broken silenze...?)was rocking Metallica fast & hard - so we didn't mind paying the 5 dollar cover to get in. The bartender was a cool guy, the crowd was in to the music and I reluctantly handed over 8 bucks for a 3 dollar beer. Then the band played a Rage Against the Machine song... Hell yeah! Loud as hell - but hey, that's how Rage and Metallica is meant to be heard. Just as I was really getting into the music - the show was over. Apparently they were the opener. The band split and in their place was a group of guys in bathrobes with eye-liner and low-rise skinny jeans or whatever they're called and a guy wearing a t-shirt with something about his dick written on it. At this point half the place took off for brighter pastures, and what was left were a group of drunk "regulars" marking their territory at any/ every opportunity. We decided to leave before we racked up a triple-digit bar tab to catch a buzz. Avoid. There are so many better choices in the area