[Editor's Note: We all know local music and dive bars go hand-in-hand. So in the interest of merging the two together on Heard Mentality, we bring you our weekly nightlife column Dive, Dive, My Darling. Read as our bold web editor, Taylor "Hellcat" Hamby, stumbles into the dive bar scene every week to find crazy stories, meet random weirdos and guzzle good booze.]
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Redz is the type of bar that lets the regulars hold the remote. The night I went, a man with shaggy blond hair sporting a forest-green Redz T-shirt (not one of the four currently for sale) was in control of one of the flat-screens behind the bar. His name was Bradley, and he had turned the channel from sports to A&E--my kinda guy and my kind of bar.
Cheap beer, cozy but not crowded, a noticeable lack of man-tanks and neo-Nazis: I don't think we're on Main Street anymore, Toto. Redz Juke Joint may be steps from the sands of Surf City, but it's worlds away from Main Street, Huntington Beach. This neighborhood bar offers sanctuary from the lively dives several blocks south, flocked to by the college-age crowd, morbidly fascinated with rainbow-colored, iced cocktails and Corona-ritas.
The bar is hidden by towering trees in a beachfront neighborhood on 17th Street, not particularly noticeable to the out-of-towner. Inside, you'll find standard local beer-bar décor: ads of both the neon and framed variety, surfboards hanging on the wall (endorsed by Coors Light and the like, of course) as a nod to its surroundings, and a cute mural of beach living circa 1960. HB residents of years past may recall Redz's reputation as a skinhead, ruffian bar, but the bar shook that image a while back; nowadays, a mix of AARP-eligible bikers and young surfer-types crowd the stools.More »