Deadwood Soda Saloon & Deadwood Dogs — Restaurant in Deadwood

Tucked within the unassuming walls of a retrofitted soda bar lies an experience that defies the simplicity of its premise. This is no mere stop for carbonated indulgence; it is a stage—albeit lacquered in chrome and nostalgia—upon which two artisans, Eddie and Nathan, perform with the quiet conviction of men who understand both their medium and their moment.

Eddie, with an alchemist’s intuition, treats each syrup and fizz as a note in a broader symphony. His concoctions are more than drinks; they are liquid essays, thoughtfully balanced between sweetness and acidity, memory and invention. Watch him assemble a drink, and one sees a craftsman who believes that even the humblest glass deserves dignity. His hands move with assurance—not haste—and each pour is a gesture of care.

Nathan, by contrast, is a kinetic counterpoint: the bar’s resident raconteur, its pulse and pace-setter. Where Eddie whispers through his work, Nathan speaks fluently in the dialect of hospitality. He navigates the clatter and commotion of the soda bar with practiced grace, greeting newcomers with the warmth of an old friend and loyal patrons with the ease of shared history. He knows not just orders, but stories; not just preferences, but people.

Together, they strike a rare balance—one rooted in mutual respect, calibrated over countless shifts. Theirs is not a tandem born of mere scheduling, but of chemistry. Eddie sets the tone; Nathan carries it forward. One crafts the drink; the other curates the experience. It is in this interplay that the bar transcends its retro charm and becomes something closer to a sanctuary—a place where taste and time are held in equal esteem.

To visit this soda bar is to be reminded that excellence need not announce itself with grandeur. Sometimes, it appears behind a counter, wearing an apron, offering a glass of something fizzy and extraordinary. And sometimes, it answers to the names...

Let me tell you about my excitement when I saw deadwood had a old style soda saloon. When I saw the sign, you would of thought I was apart of the river dancing group. I paddled my feet right in there creating a thirst a man stranded in the sahara desert would never understand. I stepped right up to the Bar top and stated to the barkeep, "sir give me the fizziest dirty deadwood you have". When kind gentleman slid the ole dirty down the bar into my hand, I took the plunge into my first crisp slurp. My reaction was the same as the wolf in the old cartoons, I was in love, my heart was beating out of my chest, and all I could do was slam my head with a sledge hammer and scream AROOOGAH. That was the best drink that has ever crossed over my lips. People always told me to go to deadwood for the scenery, but after that mug of soda the only thing I seen was the bottum of a mug tipped up in front of my face trying to get the very last drop. Highly suggested and...

They have a great marketing plan. Sell a grog for 19.95 and get free refills for $1. Bought into the deal ! So I show up to get my refill. Which would take less than 1 minute. After waiting for what seemed a lifetime , employee finally acknowledges me. But instead of filling the grog , he waits on folks at the counter. Back and forth in front of me. They’re ordering sodas and hot dogs etc.He finally fills my bottle half full of soda , half full of foam and asks if I mind if he goes and makes hot dogs for the counter folks while the foam settles . Never comes back. But a girl finally comes to help him. But she wants me to wait while they change the root beer canister. Told her to dump the root beer, give me birch beer or my money back for the grog! Rediculos waist of time for a transaction that should have been a...