Last Friday Hubbard, myself and few friends made our way to Club Schmitz to pay our final respects. It’s not gone yet, but May 31 will be it’s final day since it opened in 1946. Hubbard and I attended the University of Dallas and this was one of the closest spots to get a cheap beer and decent burger, play a little shuffleboard and shoot some pool. The place was packed.
I suspect it will remain packed until it’s final day. So, if you want to pay your final respects and gobble up one more patty melt with tater tots, you might want to try and get there early on a week day. Our friend Bo here prefers the “double double”. You can just guess what that is. Strangely enough, I didn’t take any pictures of the food.
It’s the feel of Club Schmitz that we’re going to miss. The well worn table and time-warp restrooms. The ripped seats and plastic pitchers of beer. It’s remembering what it was like to be young and new to beer joints and finding one that you could call your own. Goodbye Club Schmitz. We’re going to miss you.
The sign still says open, but not for long. Don’t forget to grab a T-shirt.