McGlinchey's Bar

I miss this place. Look forward to being here again.

McGlinchey’s bar is a quintessential dive. A place where the only thing that hovers lower than the smoke are the patrons. A horrific red-hued den. The sort of place the sun doesn’t want to cut even the tiniest swath of itself into when the door opens. Heaven for the low-lifes, the freaks, the debauched of Philadelphia. Booths from decades ago. Decor so hideous no blind person could stomach it. A menu board offering 75 cent hot dogs, daring you to ingest one into your body. A Place where it’s hard to tell who the bartender is until a new low-life arrives wanting a drink. Where the assumed order is a bottleneck and a cheap shot, Even though the draught options are objectively top-notch. It’s wonderful, and I couldn’t recommend it more highly.

The perfect "dive" bar... You can even smoke in there