Our Corner
A stool with your name on it.
Down on the corner of West Fourth and Vine, the neon has been humming for as long as anyone in town can remember. Dorko’s isn’t trying to be anything it isn’t — and that’s the whole point.
Push through the door and you’ll find the same worn wood bar, the same cold drafts, the same faces that have been solving the world’s problems one round at a time. Sit down. Stay a while.


