Kicking It Old-School at SanTana's the Quill Lounge
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One Friday at the Quill in Santa Ana, a group of guys were gathered around the lone dartboard near midnight. The elderly bartender leaned over and hollered, "It works better if you put fucking money in it." To which one guy replied, "We were just messing around!"
"Fuckin' right," the bartender replied.
This guy serves, speaks and swaggers as though he were John Wayne. He serves stiff and takes no bullshit, Pilgrim. I asked him to make me his specialty. "I don't got a specialty," he said.
"Well, what are you known for, or what do you like to make?" I asked.
"I'm known for arriving late and leaving early," he said. One thing I know he's good at is never letting a customer go dry. He has a new drink ready for you before you even get a chance to ask.
Now, whenever I mention I review dive bars in Orange County, the Quill invariably comes up. People speak of it as though it's a mythical place, and it's held in the hearts of drunks from all over--not just the ones who live within stumbling distance. This love is partially because it's the dive that time forgot. Relatively fancy for a dive, but tough.
The Quill possesses an old-time flair with a dark element. It has had the same name since 1959 and owns one of the oldest liquor licenses in OC. The cash register is from 1944, and the back of the bar is lit by a classic green banker's desk lamp. Ornately framed golden mirrors line one wall, beneath a high shelf holding antique books. It's the kinda place where if you squint just right, you can see Frank Sinatra smoking in one of the black-leather booths, drinking a Manhattan or Daniels on the rocks.