The Real Thing. What can you say......It's The Ville. There is only one Ville. It's a feeling, an emotion, a mental image, like your first July 4th or your first sexual experience. Thats The Ville. For some the experience is crystal clear, for others a little hazy, but always memorable. A one of a kind, a dying breed, a dose of the real, reminding us of what it's like to truly feel alive in a franchised world of mindless strip center bars whose only purpose is to use some marketing formula to seperate you from your money for the benefit of their shareholders. Can out of the box clones of the same bars with different names stir your emotions, leave a lasting imprint on your mind? I don't love the place where I get gas for my car or the mega-grocery store on the corner. But I do love The Ville.
Can you rate this 1/2 star?.
How did the other reviewers fail to mention the rowdy college crowd, primary seating consisting of 2 picnic tables & one long bench squeezed up against the wall, as well as people dancing on the tables & splashing their drinks, a stage for bands that is the size of a postage stamp, the loud acoustics that will have your ears ringing for days, and the claustrophobic feeling you get from being squeezed against every guy and girl in this overcrowded night spot? Bar fights are not uncommon here either! Two assaults in '09 have sent people out in an ambulance.
Unless you're a member of the local police or fire dept or one of the other "locals" that frequent this bar/restaurant, it is hard to find a reason to travel here. There are plenty of better places to go and listen to a live band. I can't imagine what else packs the patrons in besides the blaring music.
Good food, great atmosphere, fair prices. My friends over in Canyon Lakes recommended I stop in for the food. I never knew they even served food. I was pleasantly suprised by the quantity and quality of the food for the price. My kids keep asking when we can go again so they can play the wii.
Best time I've had in years!. This was my first time at The Greenville Inn, or The Ville as the locals call it, where I heard this band called the Spazmatics was playing. What a great band for a place you almost wouldn't notice from the outside. I can honestly say the end of the night gets a little fuzzy, but I had a great freakin time! There were people dancing on the picnic tables, people dancing on the bar, just about everywhere there was room, people were dancing. Amazingly, as crowded as it was, the service was great and I barely had to wait to get my cherrybombs, part of why it gets a little fuzzy later, but my friend who I was buying them to drink with was happy, and it showed later on in the night. What a great freakin time! Can't wait to go again next week. I hear they have Carlos Jones playing
Corner bar. Not the night club type. More of a neighborhood bar. Nice employees and patrons. Enjoyable for just going out to relax.
WHEW!!! THIS PLACE ROCKS!!!!. I've been to lots of bars and nightclubs in my time (umm, some may say too many) but noplace on earth is there a place like The Greenville Inn. Ever wonder what it would be like to have your very own band playing at your very own house at your very own blow the roof off the house kick your heals in the air and scream hallaluja once in a lifetime life altering party to end all parties? How about that same party every night? Thats The Ville. Don't worry, if you're shy about lettin loose, look around. Everybody's partying right along side you. And the bands, the bands.......what can I say? Ted Riser, Skinny Moo, Armstrong Bearcat just to name a few......THEY ROCK THEY ROLL THEY TAKE YOU TO ANOTHER PLACE! WOOOOHAAAA! I get excited just thinking about it.
Here's a true blue joint in blue-blood Chagrin..
This barn shaped ... well ... barn, is home to a collection of longtime locals, the entire 21-26 year-old demographic of Chagrin and neighboring Bainbridge (of where the 'Ville actually resides by a few car lengths) and slumming East suburban socialites--who are so astonished to find such a spot in the village of Victorian vanity, that they celebrate as though they have stumbled upon the lost city of Mohawchi.
The exterior (recently remodeled to get the whining "bubble yuppies" off their back) leads to a mercifully dark interior, comprised of ragged everything. Picnic tables house the bar spillover, one pool table acts as the recreation, and a small stage is crammed into a back corner. Blues and rock bands bring it loud on the weekends--and with a noise ordinance in effect, the sealed club becomes a giant box of Marlboro. It is not an exaggeration to say that your shower water will literally bounce off your "smoke wig" the next morning. It's a challenge to the out-of-practice, but if you crave "the dive," like we do, this authentic original is worth every smoky breath.
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