Misfits Sports Bar And Grill

Been in twice now. Both times had great food and got to listen to a great band. Saturday nights are great!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 4

Service: 5

Live Band Fri 12-14-24

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 3

Service: 5

Recommended dishes: Hamburger

"I have visited this bar three times, and each time, I have been respectful. However, I’ve been denied service by the same bartender on all three occasions. Until tonight, I have never been trespassed from any establishment. This isn’t about money—I would willingly spend what I have to be treated fairly. I’m reluctant to involve a lawyer because I truly believe this is a great place, but I may have to. I suspect this treatment is due to my race, as I cannot think of any other why

Atmosphere: 5

Service: 1

Chill AF atmosphere with excellent bartenders (ask for Sarah!) and food (James kills it in the kitchen)!

Highly recommend.

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Great drinks and friendly staff

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Unfortunately I don’t know her name ! The cute blonde lady bartender and her friend searched for me when I disappeared! I really appreciate that plus they denied me another beer after I was found. I appreciated this women to women respect and safety! Thank you guys!

Atmosphere: 3

Food: 4

Service: 5

Misfits in Lakewood is the kind of bar where you can smell the grit as soon as you walk through the door. It’s a dive, unapologetically so, with an edge sharp enough to cut through whatever illusions you were clinging to when you stumbled in. This isn’t a place for pretense, and it sure as hell isn’t where you go to see or be seen. No, Misfits is a refuge for the damned, the disgruntled, and the dispossessed.

The outside doesn’t bother with aesthetics—it’s just there, like a bunker for the local misanthropes. A faded sign that’s barely legible lets you know you’ve arrived, but by then, the point of no return is long past. Inside, the lighting is so dim it feels like the walls themselves are trying to close in. The décor, if you can call it that, is a mishmash of discarded relics from another time—ripped vinyl stools, scarred tables, and a jukebox that’s seen better decades.

The regulars are hardened, as if the weight of a thousand bad decisions has fused them into the furniture. Faces half-lit by neon glow, eyes glazed over in that perfect blend of apathy and alcohol. These are not the kind of people you strike up casual conversation with unless you’ve got a death wish or a story to trade that’s darker than theirs.

The bar itself is an altar of excess, run by bartenders who’ve seen it all and stopped giving a damn somewhere around the Carter administration. They pour stiff drinks, no frills, no fuss—just enough to make you question your life choices. The beer’s cold and cheap, the whiskey burns in just the right way, and no one’s asking you to pronounce the name of the scotch because nobody cares. You’re here to drink, not pretend.

There’s a dartboard in the corner, but the real games are being played in the shadows. Pool tables sit like ancient battlegrounds, where cues have been snapped in frustration and friendships ruined over a game that never mattered. The walls are adorned with band posters and graffiti from people who clearly didn’t survive the night, and the music? It's punk, metal, whatever’s loud enough to drown out the thoughts you came here to escape.

Misfits doesn’t have a dress code—just a vibe. If you’re too clean, too polished, you’ll feel it. The bar will reject you like an immune system kicking out a virus. You have to earn your place here, and that usually means surviving a few rounds of god-knows-what and walking out under your own power. If you’re lucky.

The bathroom is exactly what you’d expect: a tomb of broken fixtures and forgotten dignity. The kind of place where you hold your breath and make it quick, praying the graffiti on the walls doesn’t turn into an existential crisis while you're there.

But here’s the thing about Misfits—it’s real. It’s raw. It’s the last bastion for those who don’t fit anywhere else. So, if you find yourself there, consider it a badge of honor. You’ve joined the ranks of the outcasts, the rebels, and the beautifully broken. And as you sit there, nursing a drink that’s stronger than your sense of self-preservation, you realize that, for all its flaws, Misfits is exactly where you were meant to be.

I usually go for lunch on Fridays, cuz it's "French Dip Friday!"
The food is awesome, the beer is cold, and the bartender/waitress named Susie Big Boobs is super cool, fun, friendly, and is good at her job!
It's my go to spot for Friday lunch, which usually turns into taking the rest of the day off! (Don't tell the boss!)

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Fun place but I miss seeing Jacob sing! 😁

Atmosphere: 4

Food: 3

Service: 3

Loved the pool tables, went for karaoke as they advertised there was karaoke that night only there wasn’t. Prefer this place during daytime, dog friendly which is awesome typical bar food.

Atmosphere: 4

Service: 4

Great food and service!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

I love misfits because I'm a misfit myself! The pool tables are very nice!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 4

Service: 5

It was ok, wait staff friendly, wings were crispy & taste

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5

Went in to watch nfl games, they had all games showing. Ordered a club sandwich 🥪 it was huge. We shared. Bar food

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 3

Service: 5

This place is as close to your hometown bar that you can get!

Atmosphere: 5

Food: 5

Service: 5