I had been here several years ago and wanted to take my now adult children who enjoy microbrews and international beers. Â The beer selection was limited. The cooler with bottles was just about empty. Â We went to the room I the back and felt like we were unwanted guests in someone's home. Â My husband asked if they served any food, the answer was no. Â However there were 2 people who kept going to a fridge in a kitchen in the back and brought out cheese and chips and salsa that the "regulars" were eating at the bar. Â Some guy came in the back door in pajama pants and slippers and set a few grocery bags down in a chair near us and went and joined the people at the bar. Â It seemed like maybe they all lived there. Very 'sunny in Philadelphia' like. Â A really weird place with a bad vibe.
Review Source:This place is wonderful. Yeah whatever, it's in Reading. They have a sign reading "Non-Phillies fans please use 13th street entrance" on the door. I don't think there is a 13th street entrance. Either way, once inside, you'll find an old dive filled with nothing but heart. That's what I get when I come here. The people are genuine. The beer is a decent selection, and it's all cheaper than most places in the area. Anchor Christmas for $3. Bands play here on occasion, in the side room. You can also smoke inside, if that's your thing. The pictures on the wall have a way of reminding you what Reading was, but it doesn't make you sad it's gone, it makes you happy it happened at all - and it still kind of lives in this spot, at 12th & Robeson.
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