All Bikes. All Riders. One Family.

We get asked sometimes what club Sopotnick’s Cabbage Patch Bar belongs to, or which crowd it caters to. The honest answer: none, and all of them.

We’re not a club. We’re a bar. That distinction matters more than it might sound like. A club has membership, rules about who’s in and who’s not, a patch you need to earn or buy your way into. A bar just needs you to walk through the door.

Since day one, the Patch has been a stop for every kind of rider — cruisers and sport bikes, trikes and choppers, weekend riders and the guys who’ve put more miles on their bike than their truck. Nobody’s checking what you’re riding before they hand you a drink. If you rode here, walked here, or just love the scene, you’re part of it for as long as you’re standing at the bar.

That’s what “All Bikes. All Riders. One Family.” actually means. It’s not a slogan we put on a shirt to sell shirts — it’s the reason the place has lasted a hundred years. Clubs come and go. Bars that actually welcome everybody tend to stick around.

So whatever you ride, however long you’ve been riding, however many rallies you’ve been to or how many you’ve never made it out for — there’s a stool with your name on it at Sopotnick’s. Come find it.