Way to ruin a good thing OC Weekly. Some places are better kept secret. Now it's going to be filled with a bunch of shithead posers playing indie bands on the fucking jukebox. Awesome.
Best Dive Bar - 2012
Now that the Helm in Costa Mesa rests in Davy Jones' locker, the hipsters took over the Swinging Door, and the Fling is next, the Quill remains the last gasp of how drinking used to be in Orange County—not uppity froufrou mixologists, but a grizzled guy or gal who doesn't get fancier than a White Russian; not obnoxious EDM or too-cutesy DJs who think playing 1970s-TV-show theme songs is oh-so-awesome, but a jukebox that seems to always pull its songs from the combined KLOS and KFROG playlists; not fancy food, but a popcorn machine and a lunch menu no one seems to have ever eaten from. We'll let you in on a secret: More than a few judges and prosecutors make this their home away from home, so slide up to the bar and plead your case over the umpteenth Jameson neat.