The Glendale Tap

Stopped in on a Friday night for a few beers with @Resistance88. Bar service, two coolers of beer that you can take home or drink on site, maybe 35 taps. Lots of IPAs, but overall selection is good. Old quirky bar feel, pool tables and wacky decorations. Outdoor space where someone was selling pizza, though I think it was unassociated with the bar. Great place. Definitely would recommend and definitely would go back.

The Glendale Tap hits you like a hallucination you earned the hard way. After hours of crawling through the demonic freeway snarl of Los Angeles, after meetings that drained you one trivial request at a time, after the whole shimmering hellscape of LA’s sun-bleached insanity gnawed at whatever nerves you thought you had left, you stumble into this place and suddenly remember what joy feels like.

Dimly lit. Mercifully dim. A sanctuary for the battered and the spiritually dehydrated. The outside world drops away the moment the door shuts behind you. No sirens. No honking. No influencer fungus clogging the atmosphere. Just the bar, the people who worship at it, and the faint blue glow of televisions broadcasting the Dodgers losing again, because of course they are. There are constants in life: gravity, taxes, and the Dodgers shitting the bed at exactly the moment you need them to.

Your eyes adjust and the tap list materializes like holy scripture. Hops stacked on hops with a few curveballs thrown in for the purists. IPAs the color of bruised sunlight. Barleywine whispering to you like a dangerous ex. A pilsner or two for the man who has forgotten moderation but still wants to pretend it exists. It’s all here. A proper lineup. The kind that restores faith.

You take your first sip and feel your molecules rearrange. The tension melts. The city’s claws loosen. For a fleeting moment you understand why men abandon their families and move into the desert to meditate or grow illegal debt-financed avocado farms. Clarity. Relief. Sanity returning sip by sip.

The Dodgers lose again. You laugh. It’s perfect — a little schadenfreude to pair with the bitterness of your pint. You lean back, exhale the day into the sticky wood of the bar, and realize you’ve found the only antidote Los Angeles ever offers willingly.

No glitz. No glam. No bullshit.
Just cold beer in a dark room where no one is trying to be discovered.

For a weary traveler clawing for meaning in the nightmare carnival of LA, The Glendale Tap is salvation.

 

 

 

Lots of taps

 

 

 

 

i love this place, if i lived closer i would go much more often, only thing i dont like is there is nowhere to find their taplist online before you go

 

 

Great Cali beer selection on draft, plus free pool

 

 

 

Easy to find right on San Fernando Road this neighborhood bar is an easy place to love and to hang out at. Very nice tap list that is always changing and most of the offerings are really good. For 95% of the beer drinking public this is as much as you can expect from a corner, dare I say hipster (in Glendale) bar that is long comfort but not too concerned about the formalities of serving beer. If you're an uber beer geek, this might not be your favorite place due mostly to the very good but never amazing beer list (they get rarities but never the ones i want to try), and the lack attention to small details like glass size, perfectly clean lines and glasses that smell like sanitizer - none of those are common but I have run into all of those issues in my 5 or 6 visits.

Overall, I have overwhelmingly great things to say about everything but the food.

Nice bar staff.

Easy parking.

 

This is my favorite beer spot in LA. Amazing set up, great service with an excellent and FRESH selection.
Mario is the man.
An added bonus is they serve peanuts and you can throw the shells on the floor. The pool is free too!
what more can you ask for? any person that gives this place a review below 4 is an assclown.

I stopped in here after reading about this place on BA. I drove by twice since there is no sign on the building and the numbers are fairly hard to read. Inside there is a dive bar feel with a bar, wooden benches, pool tables, etc. It was pretty crowded but the service was pretty good even if it took a few minutes to get my beer. The taplist was pretty nice with about 20 different taps of craft and good imported beers, but there were only a handful of bottles, so I can assume they are mainly going for the draft sales. The quality of the beer was good but they served me a half pour in a small juice tumbler glass. There were a few items of food for sale but this place is definitely beer focused. Prices were reasonable and I appreciated their half pour options. It's worth a stop if you are in the area but keep your eyes peeled because it's easy to miss.

Rusty ol' beer cans and mid-century decor give this place an upscale dive bar feel, but don't be fooled: it's all designed to make the consumption of 21st century craft beer feel like part of our national pasttime. The 30+ taps are exceptionally well-curated and constantly rotating, with an accent on American crafts that you can't find just anywhere (e.g. Ballast Point's Victory at Sea, Bear Republic's Rebellion, Great Divide's Hades Ale) with a Belgian warhorse or two thrown in for good measure. Plus, they advertise half-pours for reduced fees, which is a bonus for the non-committal, the exploratory and the already drunk. Free peanuts, pool tables, nice folks behind the bar, reasonable prices...what more could you ask for? Maybe a sign out front?