Johnny McGorey's

I use to go this place all the time years and years ago. It was, I thought, a great bar where me and a bunch of friends could get drunk, start fights and try to talk to chicks. In my mind, this was the greatest bar in the world. Unfortunately, I stopped in for the first time in years to watch my beloved Irish and my fond memories quickly evaporated.

We walked in through the front and it did not look like they were seating people at the tables. And, of course, there was no one to ask. So we decided, reluctantly, to belly up to the bar. Or at least try to. The place was not packed but in order to get to the bartender we had to elbow our way through the collection of drunk grandpas who had surrounded the bar and were holding it hostage. We managed to get to the bar but not without pissing off the geriatrics. Unfortunately, the bar was staffed with only one bartender who didn't get to us for another 10 minutes. Inexcusable, especially since this place was empty, sans the old farts. We finally were able to order a drink and got very warm miller lites. Awesome. The whole afternoon was nothing but warm beer. Judging from the other reviews, it appears this place could upgrade their refrigeration units.

After getting our warm beers, we retreated and quickly realized that the TVs over the bar were blocked by various decorations. Unless you were with the old-timers and were close to the bar, you weren't going to get an unobstructed view. I made due but it still sucked. Around halftime, some of the old guys decided they had enough and left. We seized this opportunity to grab a couple of chairs right at the bar. Got to watch the second half with no obstruction. Well, almost none.

Turns out that the bar's drainage system must be right where we sat cause the smell was atrocious. It was like a combination of shit and urinal cakes waging war in my nose. The worst part was that the bar started to fill up and we couldn't move because we had ordered  food, which under the smelly circumstances, was clearly the wrong move.

I ordered a chicken sandwich with American cheese and a side of fries. The fries were fine but the sandwich sucked. The chicken was as thin as a slice of paper. Even the bartender commented that it was beaten within an inch of its life. My chick got the french onion soup and said it was different ("very liquidy - not thick at all.").

McGorey's probably deserves a very poor rating but my youthful, fond memories do not allow me to do so. I am biased. At least I admit it. Probably will never order food from here again or sit where I did the other day, but I am sure I will be back even if that means warm beers.

Cold atmosphere with unfriendly bartenders who always seem to be too busy at the end of the bar to actually interact with customers. I no longer go there; it never changes. Definitely NOT an Authentic Irish Pub.

Kind of a dive bar, some what hit or miss.  Great spot to watch a game if your looking for an Irish pub, prices aren't great for what the place is.