I’ve been to this place twice. One time I was with friends and we had a grand old time while drinking cheap beer and getting down to some cover band playing old classics along with the other folks who danced the night away. That being said, DO NOT drink any decent beers here. The wall looks great lined with taps, but no one drinks anything besides macro lagers which leaves the good beers sitting and sitting and sitting. I’ve never tasted a more disgustingly oxidized and way past due beer. I took back two (different) beers in a row and choked down the third. The bartender, while nice, knew exactly what was going on with the stale oxidized beer and said they needed to change it and that the guy I ordered it from should have stopped me from getting it. Listen, if you are going to offer a ton of beers, make sure you’re moving them and not serving them to pour saps who come in ready to taste a good selection of quality beer.
phaleslu (590) Cincinnati, Ohio | July 1, 2009| Updated August 17, 2016
Came here the first time I ever crossed the river to go out in Newport, and walked in to see a guy punch another guy in the back of the head, run off, and the punchee get arrested- sort of a "Welcome to Kentucky" moment. It sort of fit with the bar’s atmosphere- sloppy, despite any ambitions. It is, after all, a floating bar next to Hooters. There are a ton of taps but seldom anything surprising or great. Had food once as part of a party and it was terrible. Seeing Dogfish Head 90 Minute IPA was a treat, and OTR is always nice, but I have to wonder how often these probably very long beer lines get cleaned.
Great place and typically a good crowd, but the service tends to suck and the good beer is rather expensive (i.e. a pitcher of DFH 90 Min was $28). I did not have the "liquid dust, mildew" issue, but I ordered Stone IPA and Dogfish Head 90 Min on draft and then switched to bottle beer, which they also have a good selection to choose from. The food is a let down unless you get the saratoga chips or the pizza. They offer a pretty good selection of cigars and also have a cigar night on Thursdays and Sundays.
This was the greatest let down ever. Its on a barge on the river, and of course there was one bitchin jukebox. However, only two of the 63 taps were drinkable. The others tasted like drinking liquid dust, mildew and anything else that grows on a boat. This place could be so good, but it just down right sucked.
went there after a nice full meal at hooters next door. bartender was very friendly and accomodating. she wasn’t really beer savvy but knew good from bad pretty well. i would definitely go back anytime. great place with great prices and huge selection
If the barge on which The Beer Seller sits were to sink into the Ohio River, the result could only be the foul river water improving the Beer Sellar’s inventory of once fine products. Soon after discovering the barmaid did not know what club soda is, we also found the tap lines are not cleaned. One of our group ordered a McEwan’s. When he sampled it, the taste was so bad he coughed and almost spit it up on to the table. We each took a sip, sharing a similar, gut wrenching experience. As a replacement, our friend played it safe and ordered a Guinness. He figured Guinness was ordered enough so it would at least be fresh. When I took a sip of my Arrogant Bastard, I found it to be nearly as bad as my friend’s McEwan’s. The replacement Guinness arrived, so we commented on the issue of the Arrogant Bastard. Our barmaid informed us Arrogant Bastard is just a bad beer (?). The manager also felt that Arrogant Bastard always tasted “skunky”, relieving them of culpability. The replacement Guinness was found it to be only slightly less satisfactory than the McEwan’s. The bottom line is, if you are trying to be a beer bar, you need to know your products and take care of them. The Beer Sellar will undoubtedly soon be an EPA Superfund site, finally ridding us of all the vile, spoiled beers, disposing of the stagnant filth that is excreted by this establishment’s many taps.
Selection was indeed impressive, but with 99% of the customers drinking Bud Lite, the more flavorful stuff is bound to get stale after a while. Two out of the three beers we ordered were foul and undrinkable, including a favorite, Stone’s Arrogant Bastard. Conversation with the staff went like this:
Stone Lover : "Hey, this Arrogant Bastard tastes bad."
Dimwit Bartender: "That’s because it’s not a good beer. Order something better."
Boo. Hiss. Find a new job, knucklehead.
Beware things that float in the river.
Great selection of beers, and a nice enough place to drink them; however, the live entertainment usually blows, and the place has been somewhat dead recently. When it does get crowded, it suffers from the same problems as any bar: annoying, plastered 21-year-olds, sardine-can conditions, smoke, etc. For my money, this place is best visited on a Tuesday or Wednesday night when no crowd is to be expected and there’s no live music. Either that, or for a couple of hours before a Reds game, followed by a pleasant stumble over to the ballpark. Good times.
Nice beerbar on the river with a nice view of Cincinnati especially on a sunny, warm September Saturday afternoon. Received quick, friendly, knowledgeable, and attentive service. Food was served in a timely manner and cooked to expectation. Establishment was not at all busy upon arrival, but business did pick up as the afternoon went on. Servers were able to keep up with the crowd in terms of serving up drinks and food in a very timely manner. All in all, nice place to hang out at on a Saturday afternoon and talk beer with the servers and enjoy the scenery. Will definitely visit again.
Service was provided by great servers: ourselves. That said, the staff was friendly but not well informed. Anyplace that has Kostritzer on tap (unfortunately, they were out) rates well on my list of places to go. We did not eat, but looked over the menu to find the bare basics of pub grub. I would suspect that 60 taps is beyond the ability of any establishment to keep fresh and clean. Cigar smoking is permitted, which is a plus for the Bier Brotherhood. We, like MacArthur shall return.