Sweetwater Station

If you are looking for a great pork tenderloin, this is the place to go. Never have I found better. The onion rings are great too! (The service is great too!)

Really good food for a bar, Karaōke, Cheap drinks. If your looking to sing Karaōke, this is a great place for it, come on a Tuesday or a Wednesday around 9pm Tony is the DJ and he keeps a good rotation, no long waits like some of the more popular Karaōke destinations I have been to.

It was a little awkward/​depressing with all the day drinkers that hang out here around the lunch hour, but dang were our burgers good! This seems like it might be a fun place on a Saturday night, but I probably wouldn’t put it on my list for places to come for lunch again.

Great little bar with good food. My wife and I both enjoy this bar. Friendly staff and great service. We arrived one night and there was a nice man who had had too much to drink. The waitress drove him home to make sure he was safe. It’s hard to find staff that care about their customers. We were very impressed.

Ok place, live bands. Older crowd when I was in. May or may not go back.

I love this place. Ice cold beer, live music on the weekends, and seriously good burgers. It is definitely underestimated, it’s a little gem in a land of crappy chain restaurants. The service is always good but we usually sit at the bar. The atmosphere is perfect and they have big buck hunter!

So I came here for lunch on a Monday. Ambience was pretty dive bar-​ish, which doesn’t bother me, but I probably wouldn’t take a business lunch here. Sat at the bar and found out the special was the prime rib sandwich with au jus and fries for like 8 bucks.
Pros: The food was really excellent, especially for the price. Could definitely see making a special trip here on Mondays to grub on it some more.
Cons: There were only like 2 other people at the bar, but they were pretty loud. Old man who sat next to me (obviously a regular) trotted in right after I sat down, announced himself to the other guy there, and proceeding to make comments to the female bartender that were beyond inappropriate… I mean, to the point where they would’ve gotten you tossed out of most bars I go to. I just found it really sleazy and unappealing, and judging from the bartender’s reaction, got the impression that it was a pretty routine event there.

This is a decent neighborhood bar when you don’t feel like driving too far from home. It is very large for a neighborhood bar with pool tables a stage for live bands or karaōke (depending on the night), a dance floor and a jukebox.
I have been here maybe six times in two years both during the week and weekend. There seem to be a lot of regulars from the area that frequent here. It is not my type of bar but I give it three stars for all it has to offer and it’s size. It is definitely a dive bar.
Their menu has a lot to offer with various fried pub food items, pizza or Mexican. The food tastes a ton better after a few drinks but good enough that it saves you the trip to IHOP or Denny’s!
Drink prices are a little better than average for the area. Their happy hour has good prices on well, wine and beer.

Here is the deal, Sweetwater is an excellent place to go if you are not a snob. The beer is always cold and the food is excellent. They just might have the best breakfast in town (they only serve breakfast on the weekends as far as I know). We love the people watching and enjoy the company of regular people. Every live band we have seen has been terrific. This place beats the hell out of Hoffbrau Friday and Saturday nights in comparison to the bands and the people there.

I went here to have a beer with a friend of mine and there was a cover band that wasn’t too bad!
It’s a bar, nothin special, and the beer was cold. A-​ok in my book.

My favorite bar in Denver
Good food, cheap beer, funny owner, shuffleboard, jukebox, what more do you need?

This place is disgusting. The owner has no respect for his employees… the dirty men who come in here are allowed to touch and grope the girls with his permission. There was also a murder next to this place with a girl found in the dumpster. Never go here!

I went to Sweetwater Station not too long ago… you see, I had just moved to the area and was looking for something fun to do. Enter Sweetwater Station Karaōke night. Hmmm, I have to say, right off the bat, not impressed. I go to dive bars often, but this seems to bring the word dive to a whole new level. I started seeing images of the movie The Accused and figured this was the sort of place that that sort of thing could eaisly take place. As I was out with friends, I tried to make the best of it, but it only got worse. The server was OBVIOUSLY drunk. She came back many times asking for our orders again until finally we just wrote them down for her. Somehow, she still managed to get it wrong. Not just the drinks (twice), but one of the food orders too. To top the night off, the older people at the bar decided to start making fun of people doing karaōke, which is not okay. Seeing as how it is karaōke, not American Idol, people are just there to have a good time, who cares if they suck, shut up. Needlees to say, we left. What a horrible place. Bad Service, Horrible People, nuf said.

A group of us tried out Sweetwater for lunch today. Interesting customers made for good people-​watching (they probably said the same about us!). Our server was really attentive and remembered all 5 of our orders without writing anything down! Even when it came to pay, she split the bill up from memory. We were all more than a little impressed.
Excellent hamburgers and toasted buttered buns… never underestimate the deliciousness of this step! Next time I’ll get the ½ lb, though, since my ¼ was a bit on the small side (not their fault… it IS what I ordered, after all). Pretty good prices, too. A ¼ lb burger and fries for only $ 6. The onion rings were delicious, too.
They have a couple of big banners advertising their Thursday steak nights. We might have to head back to give that a try.

If you haven’t been to Sweetwater — you should really try it. Its not the right vibe for everyone, but I’m a white collar profressional with blue collar roots and I LOVE this place.
The servers are extremely nice, the bar food is above average (go w/​Nachos) and the beer is cold and cheap. Its a dark place and like another world. Pool tables and shuffleboard abound, plenty of seating, and you’ll drink with real people. People who have real things to worry about — you won’t find anyone jamming out an email on their blackberry when their friend gets up to use the bathroom.
Grab a beer here and you’ll leave happy. Don’t dress up, the music might stop when you open the door.

Once I was waiting on a takeout slice a few doors down from Sweetwater Station when I saw a beefy guy with a white tank top and — get this — fingerless white driving gloves emerge from the bar to challenge another burnout for the affections of a crispy-​haired trollop loitering on the sidewalk.
Welcome to Sweetwater Station, a perpetual hangover stuck at the end of a strip mall, a low-​ceilinged temple to Rock and all the addictions that it takes to make that Rock still sound interesting after 35 years and 35,000 plays.
I have an old friend who was in a cover band who played there, and I decided to go catch the act. The places still manages to look smoky, despite the ban. Young mooks with Oakleys hanging off the backs of their heads schmoozed table to table, oblivious to cautionary examples, the 20-​years-​later versions of themselves that slurped down pitchers in the semi-​darkness. A woman in a teal, knee-​length Tweety Bird shirt two-​stepped with her date through a cover of Kiss’s «Domino.» I was nervous when I saw that a few members of Sons of Silence were there — real one-​percenters, right here in Broomfield! — but they were the best-​behaved of the bunch. During the first set break, a balrog in a white sweatshirt and backwards baseball cap tried to take a swing at the guitarist’s girlfriend, claiming that she resembled the woman that her husband cheated with some time ago.
It’s not as bad as I make it sound. My friend’s band did actually kick out the jams with a conviction that made them fun again. It was completely engrossing, and I did meet some friendly, unpretentious people who provided moments of fun conversation. But choosing between a night here and its neighborhood opposite — the sea of polo shirts down at the Rock Bottom — is a choice that leaves a Capitol Hill boy thirsting for a different shade of the spectrum.
I don’t belong here.