BWAH HA HAAA! YES. Â This place. This place would only be a better dive bar if they had peanut shells on the floor or a slightly frowsy looking woman doing passionately mumbled karaoke on a broken machine in the corner. Â As the Christmas holiday approached, they had mini pine trees on every table. Â Nobody watered them and the pine trees died. Â They stayed on the tables. Little dead sticks in Christmas wrapping paper. Â It was amazing.
You can see it from the interstate, but it's tough to get through the warren of Chester streets to get to it. Â Your best bet is to just walk down 17th street towards Philadelphia. Â When you think there's no way that a BAR could possibly be back HERE, you're almost there. Â The road ends in Maggie May's, basically.
Cheap drinks, cozy space, friendly bartender. Â Show up 3 times and be polite and you'll be a regular whose drink orders are remembered. Â I love this place.