Brewers Towne Tavern

I came in with a party of 4 at about 11pm and we sat at the bar. One of our friends was far too intoxicated to actually be there. The bartender, Kevin, who happens to have a head shaped similar to a certain male body part and is nicknamed as such to the locals, was well aware of who we were and that we came in together. So my one friend who can barely speak puts $20 on the bar counter, he is sitting right next to me. He orders 2 beers, both at $2.25. He is left with $15.50 on the counter. At a certain point he decides to stumble out and walk home. The money left on the counter was clearly by accident. Who is going to leave $15.50 on the bar counter as a tip for $4.50. Being as that I have been friends with this man for 25 years, I am well aware he did not intentionally leave it there, so I do what any friend would do and take it. My plan was appropriately tip the bartender for his service and give the rest back to my friend, that was until the unthinkable happen. Mr. Body part shaped bartender confronted me and told me I better not take that money because it was his tip money. I was in shock that someone would have the audacity to say such a thing. So obviously not scared of the funny looking man, I took the money and got up. He told me I was being kick out of the bar!! Being perfectly sober I was shocked. I told him to call the police because I'm not moving. He tells the owner I stole money off the bar counter and then he comes over and gets in my face and starts acting like he's going to throw me out if I don't get out. He obviously can't get too far in my face because he is disgustingly overweight and his stomach protrudes about 20" away from his core, which thankfully keeps us at a safe distance so I don't have to touch his disgusting body. So eventually my other friend gets ahold of my now gone drunk friend and tells them he confirmed my friend did not intend to leave  the money there, which is does not really change a thing for me, this place is a joke.

I have been going there for about 10 years on sporadic occasion, I own a home about 2 blocks away. The only reason I go there is because it is the closest bar. As for a real review of the bar; me and my friends typically stay away from the beers on tap. They do a terrible job of cleaning the glasses and taps. I can't tell you how many times my beer on tap tasted completely different than it should, who knows what is making it taste like that.

If you go during any weekday, or any slow weekend, you are sure to find company with the local drunks, it's where they love to hang out. They are indeed creepy. You have to feel sorry for a group of young girls that wander in there from time to time not knowing what to expect. They get terrible beer, the world's worst bartender named kevin, and several overweight drunks starring at the girls wondering if tonight is their lucky night.

I'm going on my third year living less than a mile from this place. How is it that it took me so long to get over here?

Cheap food, cheap drinks and awesome variety. The waitstaff was friendly and quick, they had some pretty great beers on tap and even had pretzel sandwiches on their menu! For being a dive bar, this place has an extensive menu. The cheesesteak pretzel sandwich I had was top-notch.

I love that I can walk home from here.

My review is another one that would really be a 3.5 stars. It's definitely a decent place.
First points they scored by having a pinball machine, Theater of Magic. Selection of beer is a little better than average, but not as broad as some of the neighboring establishments. I'm usually taking in some bar food when I'm here, but the kitchen closes at 10pm, so the window of opportunity is slimmer than other places. Food's not the main reason folks come here though, which might be why it seems sometimes that the kitchen is a sleepy afterthought. Most of the things I've had here have been worthwhile. I'd definitely get the beef stew again. More recently it has felt like the kitchen situation is a little bit of a struggle for Brewers. But the waitress we had on our last visit stayed very tuned in. She observed that I clearly didn't like my garlic bread, so she took it off the check. Then she admitted a few people have expressed displeasure with it and asked if I could explain what was bad about it so that they could work on it. I really appreciated that. For the record, the garlic bread was a small hoagie roll toasted and dusted with some garlic powder. No oil or butter. Dry on dry, the powder flying into your throat. I really value her wanting to make things right. Which also salvaged the experience that night.
There's three different doors one can enter or exit, which seems to make the smokers content and keeps any of the entrances from seeming clogged.
Another interesting thing about Brewers has nothing to do with the service or what they've got on tap. I can't see them in the picture here, but because I frequently drive past during the day, I've noticed that the roof is covered with solar panels. That's pretty cool.