The El Dorado bar is one of those bars that nobody in the Mon Valley seems to know much about. Perhaps that's because it's not really in any of the "downtown" areas (if you can call what passes for a business district in the Mon Valley a "downtown"), or maybe it's because until a few years ago, it was owned by an old man who only opened the bar when enough of his close friends would call and agree to make it worth his while, which was maybe 2 or 3 times a month.
About 5 years ago, the strange old man sold the bar to a pair of guys who were facing the loss of their jobs at a Donora manufacturing plant. One of the guys used to live a couple houses down the road from me, but I never really got to know him very well because he was an "athletic type" and I was a wannabe biker/ stoner/ troublemaker. However, he did have a smokin' hot sister who I had the hots for all through high school... but I digress.
Anyway, my buddy Paul E. Wogg and myself decided to venture out for chicken wings this past Monday night. As everyone knows, bars with wing nights almost always have wing nights on Wednesday (why?), but we were determined to find some wings, so we tried a bar that we had never been to before -- the El Dorado, which I presume was named such because it's located in a tiny area known as "Eldora", which is kinda-sorta in-between Monongahela and Donora. The word Eldorado literally translates from Spanish to "City of Gold", and perhaps the word Eldora translates to "Kinda-sorta outside the City of Gold"...well, maybe? As luck would have it, it turns out that the Eldorado's wing nights - that's right, they have more than 1 wing night - are on Mondays and Thursdays. Yee Haw!
Upon entering the bar from the very small parking lot, we noticed that the place was equally small, but very clean and well-maintained. Quite a few large, but not huge, TVs were all tuned to the Pirates game, which is much better, to me anyway, than having different screens showing different channels. There was one humongous-screen TV against the back wall, but as is usually the case with TV's like that, the picture quality was abysmal, and I couldn't even see the actual baseball, or even the names on the players' uniforms.
We sat down at a table, and the cute barmaid / waitress quickly arrived to take our order. Since we couldn't decide which flavor of wings to order, we did the sensible thing and ordered 4 different types from the dozen or so varieties of wings featured on the menu. Within minutes, the cutie returned with cold Yuenglings, and shortly thereafter, returned again with our wings.
Now, keep in mind that as there are quite a few bars in the Mon Valley that promote their wings, and I've tried most of them. Some are very good, and others not-so-much. However, I wasn't expecting what Paul E. Wogg and myself were served at the El Dorado. After we chomped our first bites, we simultaneously looked at each other and exclaimed "holy shit - these are fantastic!" Seriously, these are without question the best wings I've ever eaten! They're very meaty, not just skin & bones like most other wings, and along with the wings, they also toss in a few drumsticks. I'm thinking that the wings & drumsticks are first deep-fried with a crunchy batter, then the sauce is poured over top. The 4 varieties we tried (Cajun Garlic, Sweet Hot, Buffalo (of course) and the house specialty "St. Eldo's Fire) were all fantastic, and we couldn't pick a favorite between them, so we just continued to stuff our faces while watching the Pirates humiliate the Chicago Cubs.
Along with the incredible wings, we noticed that there were a goodly number of nice looking girls in the place, which is always a good thing, and somewhat unusual in the Mon Valley, especially on a Monday night.
We weren't paying much attention to the cost of our wings & beverages, but the final tab for 2 dozen wings, 4 Yuenglings and 2 Sprites came to about $31. Not bad at all, so this place isn't gonna bankrupt you.
The only real complaint I have is with the men's room. It's certainly clean enough, but if you're dropping the Cosby kids off at the Super Bowl, you almost have to rest your chin on the sink while you're sitting there. Who's the Einstein who designed that? Other than that, I very highly recommend this place for anyone who has a craving for wings, especially if it's not Wednesday.
One more thing -- the parking lot is very small, but you can also park behind the building in another very small lot. If those 2 places are filled, I guess you can park at the Sunoco station just down the street, but you might wanna check first.