Our Two Cents
No nonsense. Cold beer. Friendly regulars.
Many would be too put off by Sheila’s ramshackle appearance to actually take a "dive" and step inside this Newark Avenue haunt. Too bad for them as Sheila’s is a fantastic little spot in an awkward part of town.
Situated at the Division, 7th Street, Newark Avenue mess of a crossing, Sheila’s offers a fine, well lit pool table, The A-Team blaring on TV and a good selection of domestics and "Latin" beers (Corona, Modello, etc.) as I like to dub them.
Bar is a natural stone material if memory serves and the barkeep that dealt with me on my visit, Nora, was very pleasant.
Gazing off into the distance seems to be the common pastime here and opens you up for great convo with some of the regulars. I met an older fellow named Tommy on my visit. A septuagenarian Irishman who was fluent in Espanol as a result of many happy years of matrimony with his dearly departed Costa Rican wife.
As you would expect, the prices are ON THE MONEY in here and buybacks happen quite soon. I’ve got no compaints with this space if taken at face value.