I was looking for a divey bar when I happened to come across this place. Â It was everything I was looking for to get out of the rain and to get off my feet after a long day of being a tourist. Â We got a seat easily at the bar and enjoyed a few drinks. Â The bartender was nice and even took our picture for us when we were struggling to do some selfies!
Review Source:This bar is small, dark, and very divey. But who said that was a bad thing? I stopped in with my sister and brother-in-law when they were in town, just for a quick drink. We left, ate dinner on Hanover Street, and stopped by Mike's and Modern for some pastries for later. We couldn't really decide where to go then, so we headed back to Durty Nelly's. The bartender remembered us and the drinks we'd ordered during our first visit a few hours earlier. That's great for a bar where you're regular, but even nicer when it's only your second visit. Their was a musician singing with his guitar and it seemed like a lot of his friends were there. It made for a very friendly and not at all cliquey atmosphere. It feels like the type of neighborhood bar where everyone would, in fact, know your name. I don't live anywhere near the North End, but if I did I'm pretty sure this would be my favorite neighborhood bar.
Review Source:Visiting Boston and looking for a real deal local joint. Found It! This was an excellent divey pub. Nate was excellent and gives you a reason to come back. Perfect place if you just want to be in good company and have a few beers. I also got great recommendations on where to visit during my stay. Cheers.
Review Source:UPDATE: 2/5/13
A month after I wrote this review, I received a message  from the management of Durty Nelly's, apologizing for my experience on New Year's Eve, and saying that the bar had looked into the matter and taken internal action. Mad respect for a business that takes customer complaints seriously and takes responsibility for the actions of its employees. For that reason alone, I'll give them another chance next time I'm in Boston.
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Before I begin this review, a disclaimer: I am notoriously unpicky about service. I will ignore indifferent, sullen, and inattentive service if the food is good or the drinks are cheap. I have never taken stars off a review for bad service. I am not a difficult person to please.
That being said, I have never, NEVER been so poorly treated at any business I have patronized in my life. I was completely shocked. To give the bartender the benefit of the doubt, it was New Years Eve, but the place was not busy and we were 100% sober. Here's the story: We had come straight from the fireworks on the harbor and were looking for a beer to pass the time while we waited for the T to be less crowded. There were three of us - we are all quiet and non-threatening - you might go so far as to call us nerds.
We took a seat in the corner and took a second to get settled in. My friend went up to the bar to check out the selection. I always carry a Nalgene bottle of water with me, and I took it out to have a sip. The bartender told my friend that I needed to put my bottle away or we wouldn't be served. My friend walked back to tell me this - I took one last sip (I was thirsty!) then closed it and put it away.
The bartender then started yelling at us, using profanities and ordering us to get out. We were so shocked that it took us a second to process what was happening. The bouncer then came over and showed us out.
Now, I know that bars may have strict policies about outside drinks, but the bartender handled this situation in a completely appalling and unacceptable manner. He could have asked me to put my drink away - which I did as soon as I was asked to. Even if it was business policy to kick us out, there was absolutely no need to scream, use foul language, and be unnecessarily rude. I understand that people in the service industry get stressed and have bad nights, but his rudeness was completely out of line. I'm not sure that someone who so clearly hates people should pursue bar tending as a career choice.
I have seen from other reviews that other Yelpers have encountered this awful excuse for a human being. It's a shame, as it seems that the other bartenders at this bar are friendly and helpful. This bartender is a liability to the business and should be fired before he scares off any more customers.
Update: I got a message from someone that said they were the manager (on 2/5) and they apologized for what happened on New Years Eve.
Bottom line: i think they're racist because they refused to serve me for no good reason.
Some time after 10pm on New Years Eve I walk in with a friend (a professor at Tufts), also Hispanic. She has a hot chocolate with her (it was cold out after all) and they tell us she can't bring it in. She gives up the hot chocolate to the bouncer, they check our IDs, and let us in. She then tells the bouncer let me get another sip before you throw it out so he gives her the drink, she takes a gulp, and gives it back to him. We find a table and as I'm about to take off my coat to sit down the bartender -- a shorter, blond guy, maybe mid 30's -- tells me I'm not serving you guys. You drank coffee you can't get served. I didn't even have a coffee, my friend did, and she gave it up. I stood there at the bar ready to explain but he wouldn't even acknowledge my presence. He would just walk by and ignore me without even looking at me. At that point I was inclined to leave and not give him my business but my friend hasn't been exposed to as much of this shit as I have so she goes right up to the bar and says I gave up my coffee and he tells her again that he's not serving us and adds that she gulped it and he doesn't know if there was whiskey in it or not. It was all bullshit of course he just didn't want us in there. At that point we left. Needless to say I will never go to Durty Nelly's again. I'm also going to seek legal counsel. This is frigging 2013 not 1913 and it isn't going to cut it. If you don't approve of this kind of treatment, I suggest you try the other pubs in the area. They were nice to us over at J.J. Donovan's.
I've been here twice previously. Once for a party upstairs, and the other time after a show at the Orpheum. I had a great time both times. I would agree that this was one of the best dives in Boston. 5 stars.
However, one night, upon my suggestion, a couple of friends and I walked in and was immediately stopped by the bartender/doorman downstairs. He told us we couldn't go inside, and offered no explanation. We were so shocked and surprised, that we stepped outside for a second to process what just happened. A friend then asked why we couldn't go inside, and the bartender said my friend was "too drunk," even though we were completely sober. The bartender's decision had already been made, though. I think his name is Ken, and he's racist. Beware, non-white people.
It's a real shame, because I wanted to reserve the upstairs for my graduation and birthday parties. But after this one incident, I went from loving this place to absolutely hating it. I actually got a little mad while writing this review just thinking about it. What a shame.
Down an abandoned farmers Market just passed the frozen side walk (seriously, who hoses down side walks when the temp is below 30!?!) is an intimate little dive. Friendly Nicholas, manning the taps and keeping the ladies well liquored up adds to the ambience.
A few tvs, lots of Irish flare and napkins with drawings on the wall.
A great time at a very reasonable price.
One of the best bars in Boston! Total dive!
The bartenders are friendly and my tab was so low at the end of the night I had to make sure it was mine.
It gets a little cramped later in the night. Get there early to grab a seat. Especially if they have a band playing. Â
My only complaint would be the tiny unisex bathroom.
We stumbled upon Durty Nelly's while trying to find a laid back atmosphere during our vacation in Boston. Friends in the area told us to go to Sissy Ks, the Purple Shamrock and the Black Rose, but they weren't what we had in mind.
My bf and I laughed when we saw the Durty Nelly's sign from the alley. We knew we had to stop by after dinner. It was the perfect place for us to kick it in Boston. All we kept thinking about was how we'd never find a place like Durty Nelly's in L.A. We stayed on the 1st floor the entire time. We had a great time our 1st night there, yes that's right, we returned the night before heading back to Cali. Our 2nd night was even better. The bartender was fantastic and we listened to some great live music by Colm O'Brien.
We also had some old guy keep buying rounds of Guinness and shots of Jameson for the house. Too bad I can't keep either of them down.
We fell in love with Durty Nelly's. No pretentious people in sight. Decent prices, sexy and nice bartender, tasty greasy bar food, great music, and the perfect laid back spot.
Had I not had high expectations of this place, I may have given them a better review. We came here on a Saturday night. It was quite empty, but the crowd seemed to vary from bridesmaids to elderly couples. Â
This place is extremely overpriced for the seedy location. A Jolly Rancher, which consists of vodka (house?) and pucker along with cranberry juice, was nine dollars. Â I will not be coming back here.
However, the crowd was very friendly and so was the staff, both at the bar and at the door. Â So for those reasons, they get a couple of stars from me.
This is my final Boston review. It's fitting it's my favorite dive bar that I discovered because it had a back alley that I was so curious about one beautiful anti-social evening.
So, I threw myself a goodbye party there. I invited everyone who was anyone in my life (18 people maybe) and we celebrated in the style I am so accustomed to. Beer, making ironic homophobic jokes and good friends.
Nick (I refuse to call him Nicky because no self respecting woman would ever sleep with a Nicky), was a darling, as usual, and put up with my slightly inappropriate flirting. He made sure my group was happy and drinking and made lots of fried deliciousness for everyone until...
Nate arrived. Then we got to go upstairs and have a semi-private party and took over the place, played darts, drank beers, talked shit... it was perfect. We made fun of Nick for his yelp review stating that he may or may not have eaten cheese doodles out of someone's crotch (he didn't). So Nate created me an amazing shot called "The Cheese Doodle" that will forever live in my memory.
And then I blubbered my way out of there.
It was a brilliant night.
Dive bar extraordinaire! We'd been wandering around the North End all day and were looking for cheap drinks to unwind. It certainly looked cheap, but I was skeptical. I asked the doorman, "does this place suck?" "Actually, we were voted the best dive bar in Boston!" You may be a fantastic liar, but either way, you were charming enough to get us to come in. Good work.
We were greeted by Nicky, the hot super-Bostonian bartender. Fantastic first round of cocktails. Next, shots. He let me try Frangelico for free because I was curious what it tasted like. (Gross.) Then my friend and I ordered shots, at which point Nicky did the sign of the cross. My friend winced. I didn't. "Impressive!" We may not look like much, but we can drink you under the table any day of the week, "kid."
Long story short, we had a great time here, minus the bartender upstairs who made much crappier cocktails -- cocktails Nicky even offered to make for us the right way.
The night ended when we were invited to Nicky's place and I ate cheez doodles out of my crotch then told Nicky to shut the fuck up in his own apartment. Needless to say, a cab was called and we were on our way home.
Next time we come, I'll wear a mask so Nicky doesn't recognize me. Many awesome times to be had at Durty Nelly's.
Endearing, slightly divey, just another "charming" Irish bar kept in business by 50+ year old locals and oddballs. Bartender seemed friendly but I guess was a douche to my girlfriend.
Definitely a different experience considering my definition of "dive bar" is molded by the Sil and the Model being a college student and all.
I came in here for the first (and last) time at around 11:30 at night with my boyfriend and our female friend. We arrived after having ONE cocktail each and a good deal of food over in Faneuil hall. The other two ordered their drinks with no problem, and since I had no cash, I figured it'd be convenient to start a tab. I got my drink, ask to start a tab, and what does the bartender say? "Nope, you're all done."
Excuse me, did I just get cut off while completely sober? Yes, yes I did. I'm guessing it's because I laughed at my friend who is eccentric and naturally has an odd laugh. Only schwasted people do that, duh. It didn't immediately occur to me what he meant, because in whose world should I have gotten cut off? Otherwise, I likely would have bitched at him and given no tip.
The creepy 50-something-year-old who was hitting on my friend, repeatedly trying to kiss her hand, being loud, and dancing like a fool, however? He seemed completely welcomed there.
Makes total sense, right?
This place is SKETCH, but in a good way. Â Let me proceed to tell you how and why.
1. My four friends and I were literally pulled into this bar by a man (according to him, he was the breakfast cook) asking my friend to dance with him. We then piled onto 5 of the MAYBE 25 bar stools available.
2. Upon entering and announcing that there was a birthday girl, shots were poured. Â
3. Some interesting looking ladies emerged from a back / kitchen door, who looked like they might have been on drugs.
4. You cannot get to the bathroom without dancing with the guy sitting at the end of the bar (he seemed harmless - middle aged, questionable sexual preference).
5. Shots and beers keep coming... apparently we are the most interesting thing happening on mildly humid Tuesday evening!
6. Bobby Flay style cook-offs nearly happen, but alas the fryer is off and neither the bartender, nor the breakfast cook want to clean up the mess.
7. Drinks keep coming right up until that dreadful 2am maker.
8. The "Nelly's Summer Beer" is definitely MGD or Bud.
9. You feel only moderately safe the entire time that you are in this bar.
However, with that being said... we had a blast. Â Loved the bartender, loved his brother, loved the atmosphere and all of the weirdos. Â Definitely a nice start to a late night in Boston...
Arguably, the best dive bar in Faneuil Hall... both off the beaten path (read: Blackstone St where the "farmer's markets" are) and relatively cheap. Breakfast is served all day, which is music to my ears if I've been consuming many a libations in that neighborhood. The deep fried hot dog, while sounding somewhat sketchy, is anything but... and it's only $2, so throw some chili on it and call it a meal! The fried classics are also quite delish and when washing everything down with a cold brew, listening to live music on some nights in a small, seedy joint you have a recipe that'll be sure to delight.
One of my most favorite things about this place is that aside from it never really being all that packed, you get the sense that you're in one of those authentic Boston drinking establishments. Having been born and raised here, that should come with a certain amount of credibility.
Before moving to Boston, I only belonged to two MeetUp groups. Bay Area Biotech Professionals and Mission Dive Bars. Guess which one of those I actually attended....
One of the things I miss from back home are the dive bars. I know Boston has some divey joints; but they didn't measure up to what I miss from back home. After a night of weakness and too many pints, I actually texted Mission Dive Bars' ringleader, Tom R., and was all "I really miss SF's dive bars." Tom actually did some research and gave me a list of bars to try....and those are bookmarked for when my BFF from college comes to visit next month.
However, I stumbled upon this place after a Patriots' Day live blogging event in the North End. We wanted to catch the tail end of the Celtics game and this looked like a suitable place for the occasion. It was a unanimous win. Maybe not the divest of joints, but divey enough for my love. It's small, it's not douchey, not too expensive, and they have a moderate tap selection. (I'm always happy when I see Smithwick's on tap).
All I got to say is, if I could make love to a bar, it would be to this one. Notice I didn't say "f*ck this bar," I said "make love to..." I've only "made love" to one man and #@$%ed more men then I care to admit (ugh), this bar truly wins my love.
Love at first pint....
I walked into this place after wandering though their entrance door that looks like an shady alley entrance. As we walked in buddy commented if were going to get mugged or not. I told him 50/50. Place inside is cool. Small, but if your are looking for a chill place after work, it is ok.
Looking out the window as Hay market vendors peddled their products, my mind drifted off as I wondered oh where oh where do these items come from? Are they old? Are they legit? Did they fall off the back of a truck? The journeys a Hay Market item must travel before it arrives at the market must be an interesting one.
Anyway, back to the review. The bar is cool and has a good location. I would stop by again for another pint. In case you were wondering, we were not robbed. This time anyway
Dateline: Tuesday Night
Things were looking bleak; Ben L. and I were the only Yelpers at the bar for a solid hour. They looked better when 'tender extraordinaire Nick poured me Jameson, cheerful when he mixed me a cherry-chocolate concoction, spinny when he suggested a guinness with blueberry vodka, and by the time his radioactively green take on a long island came around (aptly named "The Living Dead"), things were downright hazy.
Recollections:
"Do you like Guinness?" "Yes!" "Do you like blueberry muffins?" "Y-esss?"
The soothing musical stylings of my future husband
Something about hearing sleigh bells when you pee....?
.. umm, that's about it, actually. At some point it turned Wednesday and me and Ben had turned into me andBenandLauraandPeteandLauraandDamienandJohnnaandÂHemanthandCaitlyn and I vowed to return with half a turkey to toss in the deep fryer. 'Cause Nick'll let me.
Oh yeah! Parting recollection upon leaving, inadvertently spoken aloud: "I'm going to make this place my bitch."
So I did some research and Durty Nelly's is named after Nelly O'Sullivan from County Cork, who got the nickname "Durty" on account of her old shawl which she never washed - "Ah sure it'll only get durty again!" she would often say. (or so legend has it)
If you love deep fried food, then this is your place, chicken, mozzarella, hot dogs, cookies. Yes, you heard me correctly, cookies.
Bartender with too much time (and imagination) on his hands + fryolator + bag of cookies = deep-fried Oreos! And they were great! (Especially when sprinkled with powdered sugar - yum!)
Cold beer, strong drinks, entertaining music, good company and fried oreos. Life doesn't get any better than that.
Ah sure.
Durty. Filthy. Nasty. Too durty to clean my act up. If you ain't durty-you ain't here to PARRR-TYYY. Come on a Tuesday night and enjoy inane conversation with friends around a roaring fire, beverages concocted by a mad scientestesque bartender and the musical styling of a man named Reed Waddle whom I am concerned will eventually end up deep fried because that seems to be the inevitable fate of all things that enter this establishment.* Then, apparently, wake up at 9am and do it all again.
*Note-This is poetic (yelpetic?) license. You need not be worried about yourself or Reed Waddle ending up in a vat of bisquick. Unless you're into that sort of thing. Now that's durty.
Ok look, I could get flashy with wordplay and leave you bedazzled with a salacious savvy for an alluring lexicon. But I won't.
Nick at Durty Nelly's poured me $6 vodkas and fried up a pound of whatever was on hand, the $10 culinary delight they call the Boom Boom Combo. Two kinds of chicken and mozzarella cheese sticks on a bed of fries with five sauces. The Boom Boom obviously referring to what you make in your pants after devouring 10,000 calories in ten buzzed minutes.
Reed "Damien calls me Dean" Waddle cranked the jams in the Jack Johnson/Iron & Wine stylings only a Tuesday night solo dive bar musician could. He also played 311 on request, which gave me a musical chub. My dirty little secret.
Good luck finding it, unless you're after half a goat from the Halal market next door. Oh, and they open at 9am during the week. For breakfast.
-baffled-
LOVE it. A dive bar for sure, but thats what makes my heart warm and fuzzy. Its very small inside, but rather than this being a negative I think it adds to the general dive-y atmosphere. Went here with a group of yelpers. There was also live music courtesy of Reed Waddle.
Great prices (Got Stella on draft for $4.50) and they have basic food offerings until one am (HUGE plus). Bartender was very efficient and served everyone in our party quickly. Great place to stop in for an affordable drink.
This is a great dive bar! But I guess with the dive bar comes the crappy service. Â Both times I have come in and had a young man who is rude and sarcastic. Â His comments about our conversations are completely out of line. Â Today he spilt my drink all over the bar and it was dripping off my side of the bar for at least 5 minutes before he decided to help us clean it up.
When he is not there I have really enjoyed the place it has a great atmosphere and there is a great beer selection. Â Though all the tap handles were miss labeled so you had no idea what was on tap till you asked. Â
Its worth a try, if you are doing a pub crawl or just looking for a beer go to Nelly's for at least one
Cute, cozy, laid-back, chill, relaxed - sums it up. Â
Great place to catch up with the person on Facebook that you reconnected with but didin't really mean it when you said "we should get together!" or a first date with the guy you met on Match but were unsure about because the pictures were a little fuzzy and you couldn't tell from his emails and the brief phone chat if he was witty and quirky or just weird. Â This is a great place for that! Â Great beer on tap, nice atmosphere and good people watching.
I used to stumble into 'Pete's Pub' after a night in the North End feasting on fine Italian cuisine. I recently made my way to the bar that has replaced Petes, Durty Nelly's. I was happy to find out that Nelly's is very much the same as Pete's. They spruced the place up a bit, but the first floor bar is still a cozy(ie small) place to have a bunch of pints with friends and strangers alike.
It seems to remain a hidden gem located just one block away from the strip of bars that overflow with people near the Haymarket Orange Line T Stop. That's fine by me. I'll keep Nelly's in mind during future trips to the North End.
A good alternative to the usual bars/clubs.
This place is a small bar with 2 floors. They closely monitor the occupancy levels and will keep it from getting too crowded. The music is not club music and it is playing at a volume level that will still allow you to easily carry on a conversation. The prices are not terrific but overall it is a great place to go if you are not looking for the usual club scene. Its more of what a Boston Bar should be.
I loved this place and will definately go back.
I went to Durty Nelly's bar with my housemates on a night that there was live Irish music. It sounded pretty fun.
This place is small.
I guess you can say it's cozy and quaint, but I didn't get the best vibe from this place.
The bartender wasn't that nice.
I tasted their signature beer on tap and I thought it tasted like Miller/Bud light.
I was pretty disappointed.
I liked that they had Guinness Harp and Guinness Stout on tap, but that was really all they had.
This isn't the worst bar I've ever been to, but it's definitely not the best.
I would give it 3 stars, but this experience wasn't all that memorable and the beers weren't that cheap.
For someone who isn't a regular chum here, this place isn't too inviting or cozy.
I stumbled into this place after a few glasses of wine and a night of improv. Â Since I had already been drinking wine, I decided to continue with it, even though this place definitely isn't a wine drinking place. Â Big mistake! Â After a few sips, I couldn't take it anymore, so I asked for a different glass. Â The bartender was super cool about it and flat out said they just don't have good wine really. Â So he let me get a mixed drink instead. Â He was really helpful throughout the night, and when we wanted to get some food he suggested we go to Blackstone since they have a very limited menu. Â
The atmosphere is cozy, and since it's tucked away a bit, it's not as crowded as other bars in the area. Â The drinks weren't very expensive, especially considering it's in the Faneuil Hall area. Â I would definitely say it's one of the pubs I prefer in the area!
So glad I meandered into this little gem. As a North End resident it can be difficult to find smaller less doucebag places to booze with your buddies. Durty Nelly's is the place to avoid it, though it is still in the Fan Hall area. Prices are right. Bartender is a dick in a charming way.
Overall pretty big fan and looking forward to going back and retaining more memories than the last visit.
OK I'm old and i've been coming here since it was pete's pub. I found it while taking a leak in Alley 102 20(?) yrs and a million brain cells ago. Plus the $1 beer sign immediately caught my attention.
WOW u couldn't get in b/c u were too drunk??????? Â that i'd like to see seeing the condition of most of the crowd i travel with. We didn't know it had a front door for about 4 yrs.
Yes the upstairs bartender is an iron pumping gel haired guy. I was so drunk I was gelling my hair w/ Smithwicks Ale (which he gave me in a small glass) and giving him shit about his hair and i didn't have a problem. got hit by a car after leaving and ended up in Mass Gen with beer gelled hair. they were some impressed. i was so drunk the hospital threw me out.
But that was just one night!
I lost my All Blacks hat and a pair of gloves and someone turned them in and when i came back two months later he took them out from behind the bar. so in my book he's a great guy and has never shut any of us off.
Now the music is a different story - but all we've have had to do is ask for something and the DJ (can they really b called DJs anymore if all they do is push a button?) We were going from playing air guitar on Highway Star - to singing (?????) Patsy Cline songs. We are a very eclectic bunch.
The upstairs is small so imagine what it was like the night we were doing beer and sambuca and decided we knew how to swing dance. Just about everyone up there was trying after we knocked over the first table.
The down stairs has always been more mellow and we were only in there for a short time until they opened the upstairs since it changed over.
The drinks are still the cheapest in that area. It gets a mixed crowd lots of hardcore drinkers right after work and the weekend crowd. It still seems to get people trying to get more bang for their alcohol dollar.
If the upstairs is open on Sat aft. sit in the window and watch the Haymarket circus.
Last couple of visits we've run into people who hadn't been there for years who came to get cheap beers at Pete's. It is on a lot of peoples fond memories of  "where we killed brain cells" list.
The character and cast of characters at Pete's/Nelly's has changed over the years but it still has plenty of character(s). You take it for what it gives you on a given day.
I'll be back this weekend - the biggest drawback since the change - they didn't have Ballentine Ale. Oh and not that i care but the woman say their bathroom is now clean.
This was supposed to be our last stop on the 3rd Annual Freedom Trail pub crawl, and they wouldn't let half of us in.
I am in a fight with the bouncer Mathilda because she said that I was TOO drunk to get in... Â Mathilda was wrong... even though I had gone to 10 bars in 8 hours, I had been pacing my self for the last stop at Durty Nelly's... at least that's what I was telling myself.
You better believe i marched myself back there to hand her my "you've been yelped" card. As my friends pulled me away, I yelled back "you'll be sorry Mathilda" Â It was at that point that she probably realized how sober I was and that she had made a BIG mistake...
i'd love to come back to this place when i haven't been to 8 bars before-hand.
This is one of the gems of the Irish bar area.
What's makes it so awesome is the fact that it isn't stuck on the strip with the rest of them so you get a bit of room for your elbows and can relax without worrying about some random drunk person stumbling over you. Â Well if some drunk person stumbles over you it's probably someone that you know. Â
Don't be put off by the fish markets and remnants of Haymarket keep you away. Â Once you are inside the place is pretty clean with a classic dark bar feel. Â The Bar goes lengthwise and it isn't too hard to find an open stool.
During weekdays it can be a little slow but on Friday and Saturday there is a nice little flux of people without being crowded.
Ideal for right before or after one of the more packed bars nearby.
This place was like drinking in someone's kitchen (well my aunts kitchen) and who doesn't like that
it was never super crowded (save for a pub crawl that was there for only 10-15 min)
the crowd was very friendly
drinks were cheap
bartenders good
we didnt go upstairs (it wasnt open that early in the day I guess)
My friends & I found this place during St. Pat's '07 (INSANE in Boston) and decided to try it because it had no cover and cheap beer-- we loved it!
Tucked into a little side alley, you actually feel like you're heading to a pub somewhere in Europe. The downstairs is Pete's Pub (note Bryanne's review) and the upstairs is Durty Nelly's, where we stationed ourselves. Very small, but a lot of fun, this bar has Irish bartenders complete with brogues! It was packed to the gills, but we were still able to enjoy ourselves and flit around with our large group, all the while making friends with other people.
Unfortunately, I haven't had a chance to make it back since then, and I'm sure it's different normally, but it was a blast-- and the bathrooms really were clean!
I think this was formerly Pete's Pub..correct me if I'm wrong. Â
Went here last night on their first Saturday - pretty chill and crazy place all at the same time. Â The downstairs was quiet and the upstairs got rowdy (more space upstairs - and a fun bartender - Steve). Â No cover (awesome), reasonable drinks (score) and clean bathrooms (seriously). Â
Check it out!
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