I expected the Barn to be full of regulars -- people who have been coming for years, knew the bartenders, and had scrapbooks of collected stickers at home. But other than Melody and Tom, most of the people I met were there for the first time.
A 22-year-old named Jovanie, who’s “typically all about house music, anything electro,” told me his first Boardy Barn experience was a nice change from the usual club scenes he hits up. “My first thought of Boardy was the All-American kinda vibe,” he said. “Beers, blondes, and pretty-boys, you know?”
As for the infamous intoxicated rowdiness, Jovanie’s first time at the Barn was a mixed bag of energy, he told me afterwards: “Either people were really chill and friendly, or [inebriated] and rude,” he explained. “I can't say I didn't have a good time though! I think the best part was… Oh, 13 beers in? Singing ‘Bye bye, miss American pieeeee!’”
This type of energy is exactly what Boardy Barn’s nostalgic longevity thrives on. Despite a kitschy reputation and inevitable vomiting throughout the afternoon, the throwback music and those infectious yellow smiley stickers make the vibe pretty irresistible to give into. The cheap beer doesn’t hurt, either.