Erin Pub

i spent my senior year crying about my thesis in the library and then dragging my ass here to smoke and drink my tears away. did i say you could smoke in here? because you can. and it's probably the best thing about erin's, because you can smoke a pack of cigarettes and order a lotta woo woo shots and nobody will look at you like you're outta line.

it's still a meat market and there's something hilarious about watching about three dozen carbon copy villanova students trying to have sex with each other. thursday and friday nights might as well be college night because it's overflowing with frat guys flirting really badly with a lot of tan jersey exports who are being protected by a defensive ring of their similarly-tanned friends. if you come on the weeknights, it's usually a weird mix of sad businessmen and working class locals who are tryna hit on college girls (and failing even harder than the nova bros). basically, if you are an attractive person who is not a dickwad, you might want to avoid this place because you will be creepily and aggressively hit on and it won't be pretty. but if you're an ugly queer like me, power to ya! you will be left alone at the bar and you can chainsmoke and talk to the guy next to you about how he's underperforming at cunninglingus.

Decent little bar that has great specials every night of the week. We went on a Saturday and they had $5 bombs until midnight which is a good deal considering we went irish car bombs. Solid place to go to beat the Kelly's crowd a block away but don't expect anything crazy. Also: very smokey.

When i die, i am going to haunt this place. So keep an eye out for that, because with how often i am here, it is bound to be soon.