Spring Valley Inn Cocktail Lounge

Dirty white trash bikers and whores jn this bar.
The second you walk in, it looks like a murder scene.
This is complete garbage.

On the danger-​scale I’d put my experience at the Springer right up there with skydiving into a junkyard then getting chased by a Rottweiler. When I say ‘dangerous’ I mean that in a good way. I like thrill-​rides. If you ended up here you probably do too. You may see a rocker or two. I once saw a Santa Claus-​looking-​dude next to the back door closely monitoring the tension in the atmosphere just make sure no territorial conflicts arise. At the end of the bar, sat a sunburned and ponytailed construction worker with a t-​shirt that read ‘No Spiders’. I’m not sure what biker-​lingo that is but he was mean-​mugging everyone like he really wanted to kill some insects. Oh, and don’t forget the old dog laying by the door that’s trained to attack… sometimes…
Yet, even with all of that, inexplicably, there’s still a lot of love in the air.
So if you like old souls, stale Winston smoke, steaming nacho cheese sauce served out of late-70’s-edition Crock-​Pot atop a weathered pool table, nicotine-​stained-​beards, and funny scars, you’re in the right place. Feel your shoes stick to the linoleum as you sludge to a creaking bar stool that doesn’t quite sit flush with the floor. Wood paneling and sun-​bleached Dale Earnhardt hats greet you with warmth.
Pours are stiff and cheap (2.75 for Bud, 4 for Coronas). Vibe is dark, and the bartenders are tough but tender… meaning they’ll beat you at an arm-​wrestling contest. I’ll muster up the courage to come back soon.
Parking is ok. Get the bloody mary. Its awesome.

I came here Sunday morning with a couple of friends for bloody mary’s based on a recommendation from another friends.
This is a dive bar. Reminded me of Cheers ~ everyone knew everyone’s name and they were very friendly & welcoming. One of the patrons let us know they were doing ~ buy one drink get the second for $ 1 as we walked to a table. WHAT?!? That’s awesome!!! I should have asked if that was everyday or just Sunday. My bad. They make/​sell breakfast on Sunday for $ 5 from 10am until they run out or everyone has eaten. Today was biscuits & gravy, potatoes, eggs and a grilled pork chop with apples ~ mmmmmm! The biscuits were made from scratch, everything was delicious. The bloody mary was beautiful and was good. Our tab was $ 17 for 5 bloody mary’s ~ we got the second round in before 11. Did I mention how friendly everyone was???
This is now my go to spot when I want to stay close to home ~ close enough I could walk if I needed to.

I stopped on here on a Saturday afternoon. There were about a half dozen people in there, and they were all just talking over a beer.

My mother was the founder of CMF. She worked there for years before she died. This is a biker bar. Just because member of UMF drive other vehicles and other than a bike does not make them posers it’s not about riding a bike to be a biker. Its about the passion that you have for it and standing by your brothers no matter what some people have disabilities to where they’re not able to ride their bikes anymore so don’t believe everything you read go there and see for yourself my mom drove the van and she was the president of all girl biker gang the founder she made it happen and still to this day there are people women and men that are loyal to her and celebrate her life on March 4^th every year even though I don’t go to this bar anymore I still hold this bar in my heart if you like rowdy people and having a fun time I would definitely go here not for everyone but when you know the passion of being a biker definitely give it a try

Great place to play pool, Cool people cool bartenders

Taken over by members of the UMF (the Ugly Mother F-​ers) who wear leather biker vests but aren’t a motorcycle club, they just act like it. Pathetic. Most of them drive mini vans. So if you want to play make believe come on in, and don’t forget your costume! Bar maids are in on the act too. They actually think they’re working in a biker bar. What a sad, sad act. Stop in for a good laugh if you’re into people watching. NOT A BIKER BAR, JUST A LAME HANGOUT FOR POSERS,

Typical east county dive bar. I’ve heard mention of this being a biker bar but I have yet to see that clientele.
Cheap drinks, stiff pours, friendly bartender. I will add this place to my list for those nights I don’t feel like straying too far from home for a bevvie or two.

Haven’t been out there yet but it still rates 5 stars if for no other reason then the spawning of the Beat Farmers back in the early 80s.
And how those fukkers could spawn!

If you like Bikers and people missing a few teeth then stumble on into this little gem. I had to stay for one beer but I won’t be back. I appreciate that motorcycle clubs hang out in a particular bar but it doesn’t make me feel any more comfortable. Too many like minded individuals makes for dodgy interactions.

Love the Springer …
Snow Dog Band played there last weekend and had an absolute blast.
Great music and drinks and cool people.
What more could you ask for?

My kinda of people!!! The Aussie chic that works on Saturdays is awesome. A very friendly bar… as Toby Keith would say… I LOVE THIS BAR!!!

Today I met up with Karyn here. I love dive bars where:
–the Happy Hour is 2 for $ 5 Wells and $ 5 domestic pitchers w/​chill-​dos (ice dildos)?
–it smells like urine as soon as you walk in (adds to the authenticity)
–clean restrooms
–magic mic karaōke on Fridays
–a super friendly dog in the bar
–they also carry Hot Spot lotto tix! Go figure *shrugs*
–really nice bikers
Thanks for recommending it, Sarah! *muah*

$ 5.00 happy hour pitchers of multiple different beers
cocktailks 2 for $ 5.00
total biker-dive…and an all-​out rough place nestled in majestic spring valley.
awesome place … but there is a «minus two-​teeth minumum» to get in…
I had an annoying lady with turrets talking shit to me the whole time I wasn there. Listening her explain her «fuckin’ awesome» tattos were. A guy that stunk to high heaven sitting next to her… I thought I might puke from the stench coming off him… flies wouldn’t even land on him. Some lady played 7 Segar songs in a row on the jukebox along with David Allen Cole.
The barternder was super-​sweet, attentive, and a total GILF. I had a blast, but would be a litrtle sceered to hang out here at night unless I blacked-​out a few teeth, and wore a biker vest.

My boy is a classy dude.
He takes me to classy places with classy music and classy décor.
And I as I walk into the door of Spring Vally Inn, I knew he had out done himself this time.
The first room is adorned with a dilapidated pool table, a dart board, and a tub of melted ice filled with cans of PBR.
It’s beautiful.
The ceiling becomes lower as we enter the bar area and the smell of cigarettes and dirt fill the nostrils.
I am home.
The heritage of East County is rampant throughout this building: wood paneling, mullets worn by 40 something women, men with pony tails and nascar hats, plaques on the ceiling and a pitbull with balls the size of grapefruits. No, really those balls were distracting. I couldn’t concentrate and told Mason at one point that I’m going home with the dog.
The drinks were super cheap, 2.75 bucks for a bud light and 4 bucks for a Corona. Not bad. Not to mention the bartender was super friendly. He made me feel at home. I love East County.