Crushed Dremo’s
In the wee hours of Sunday, Jan. 27, Arlington beer-seller and weird shit repository Dr. Dremo’s Taphouse is set to close its doors for good. Plans to raze the bar (heh) in favor of a residential high-rise have been in the works for a while, but the joint’s owners had kept up hopes that Dremo’s could find a new home elsewhere. Now, it looks like they’ve abandoned the search for a new location yep, still looking. From a press release:
The Stewarts searched for a suitable nearby site to relocate Dr. Dremo’s but were unable to find the right fit. “Exorbitant property values and the push for more residential rezoning is making it harder and harder for family run businesses to survive in Arlington County,” said Andrew Stewart, Dr. Dremo’s minister of information.
An auction of all the bar’s weird shit is planned for after the close.
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January 3rd, 2008 at 4:46 pm
Ah, the memories! Every now and then a bunch of us working at the Arlington County building up the street go there for a happy hour, and I’ve spent some time there with friends playing pool. But the best memories are back in the Bardo days (or nights), when there was a sandbox, a huge movie screen with Chop Suey flicks playing, bad tasting beer, graffiti everywhere, and the entire place was open, with throngs of weird folks (ahem…) all about. Yes, hot evenings outside at the tables, loud music, and a funky atmosphere that recalls long-gone friends, fuzzy headaches, and the late-night post-bar munchie fixes that were sated at nearby Taco Bell or worse. Fare well, oh weirdly-named place (wasn’t it also Ningaloo or something for a while?) in the heart of “Old Arlington.” Let the night take you, the reek of stale beer pass with you, and may you forever haunt or dreams with images of youthful abandon and rank fun. So long!