The Camp Bar — Restaurant in Tacoma

My experience was a little over a month ago but it was good enough that it’s worth writing about. We stopped in because it was close to the hospital our son was at. We needed a quick bite to eat before he was transported up north. We went in, and it was pretty slow. Ordered our drinks and food. I handed the gal my card and asked her to please just run the card because if we needed to leave, it would be in a hurry to get back to the hospital, and if we had to walk away from our food, to give it to a homeless person. She asked what the rush was, and we explained that our son was unexpectedly diagnosed with leukemia the day before and we were waiting to be transported to Seattle. She brought our check and I mentioned that she missed our beers. She said the owner doesn’t charge folks who’s kids have cancer. We told her we were very grateful but also happy to pay for our beers because as a small business owner, I understand giving away too much isn’t good for business. She waved us off and said “I hope everything goes well. Hope to see you back soon”. The service was great. The food was very good. Good selection of beers. We haven’t had the chance to go back yet, but we certainly will be going back. I would totally recommend it, and not just because we got free beer. Because they truly value...

Visited for first time last night with a regular. Cool vibe, cozy environment that you can easily unwind in, and the patrons were all out to have a good time. Everything was fine, and I sat along the rail on front patio. Then one of the STUPIDEST things I've ever witnessed occurred in real-time in front of my eyes.

A bartender came out the front door and dumped an entire ice bucket on the patio, directly in front of Door Guy's feet, which was directly behind my seat which forced me to step in a melting pile of slippery ice to exit. She immediately spun around with a smug, satifised look and stomped back inside. I looked at Door Guy and exclaimed, "what the FUckkkK?!" Door Guy responded, "Not my problem."

Door Guy certainly meant what he said and did NOT retrieve a broom and push the ice off the walkway. Instead, he sat on his stool and watched it melt. Zero common sense or accountability. Ultimately, I crunched my way through the pile of half-melted ice to exit. Door Guy watched from his perch. He was fully committed to his apathy.

In a parallel universe, I slipped on the ice and injured myself. Like a good American, I sued the place until I owned it. Then I knocked the bartender and Door Guy's heads together as I sent them out over slippery, melting...

Had this place on my list of bars to hit while here. Glad I stopped in on a whim instead of making it a trip or a night out. Definitely a "not as advertised" situation. I'm disappointed, it's not laid back in the sense of a hangout and chill. If karaoke is your thing, apparently they do that here too. I ordered tater tots long enough ago I've finished my drink....idk where they are but I'm not gonna pay at this point for them, I'm a slow sipper and I'm done. Wouldn't come back, I'm so disappointed though. My ears are bleeding with this last chick singing...at least I know that I can't sing... the bartenders are nice enough and bless the one who cashed me out who fully saw the disgusted look on my face as the karaoke lady shrieked into the microphone and I did my best to plug both ears to drown out the sheer onslaught of sound (it was bad AND ridiculously loud) and expedited the process, including canceling the tots, so I could leave. Ended up going back to an old favorite bar up the road where my entire plate of food, including tots, came out before I was even halfway through my...