The Stonehouse Bar, Detroit, Michigan

By Ron Piskor (Aka Norton Ron)
Published on April 21, 2008
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by Ron Piskor

If you ride the backstreets of Detroit, Mich., there is an old watering hole on the north end of the city that’s as classic as a Vincent Black Shadow. At 19803 Ralston St., just a block off famed Woodward Avenue, sits The Stonehouse Bar. Touted as the longest continuously operating bar in Detroit, the bar, with its Victorian-style covered front porch, was once a farmhouse for the Anthony Grobbel family back in the 1930s.

Following the repeal of prohibition in 1928, Grobbel ran the place as a tavern and named it The Sportsman’s Rendevous Bar. He moved his family into the upstairs and operated the first floor as the tavern. During prohibition, before Grobbel owned the building, it was a hang-out for local rumrunners and mobsters who were part of the Detroit Purple Gang, Al Capone’s Motor City muscle. The downstairs served as the gang’s clubhouse and the upstairs was a brothel. When Grobbel died in 1940, the bar was sold and renamed The Stonehouse Bar.

Today, the bar is a stop-off for the area’s independent bikers. Inside, you can grab a cold beverage and pick out some tunes on the jukebox. You can stay inside or sit out on the front porch at a picnic table to enjoy the music and beverage, noting the names of riders and people who have passed through before you carved deep into the table tops.

In a time when so many things seem prefabed, The Stonehouse Bar is the real thing. From the impression it makes the first time you ride up, to the regulars who make everyone who steps inside feel right at home, this place is one of a kind. It’s a step back to a time when small neighborhood bars dotted this country’s cityscapes. Bars like this were gathering spots where the friendships and camaraderie of the American working class thrived. That’s how it feels at The Stonehouse today, sitting at the bar sipping a Bud, listening to the old-school bikers unlock their memory banks with stories of the days when the machinery coming out of bike shops like Earl Buck’s and Blackie’s Custom Engines ruled the streets of Detroit — it just doesn’t get any better.

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