My favorite bar in the entire world. Â A magical little slice of down to earth, real Cape Cod. Â You feel like you are drinking on an ancient ship. Â This is a truly special place, a light of hope in the overly commercialized Commercial Street. Â This is old school Cape Cod, a place which is exceedingly rare to find these days, as the Cape gets Hamptonized. Â The waitstaff is extremely cool. Â I love this place and always stop in for a beer or 8 anytime I am on the Cape.
Review Source:Okay.
Here's the thing.
I really like drinking at this bar.
I love the jukebox. I love the musty smell, the graffitied bathroom, and all the nautical junk on the walls.
I love how the floor slopes down, as if the whole place is rocking to one side. I feel like I'm drinking on a rickety ship.
But for a dive bar, the drinks aren't really cheap enough. Part of the charm of a true dive bar is that drinks are cheap. If I'm going to feel like I'm sitting on a dark, dingy fishing boat, I don't want to pay nearly six dollars for gasoline-flavored well whiskey.
Regardless: I'd still drink here over the Bradford anytime, excepting Drag Karaoke night.
come here sober and you will either feel the need to get drunk quickly, or feel like you already did (to say the floor slants is the understatement of the century).
dirty, dark, dank, damp - damn cool.
no-nonsense service in a no-nonsense place. Â it feels like it definitely belongs in a fishing town - just not one with so many rainbow flags about. Â extra star for tht alone
I love this place. Walking into the OC is a whole other dark world. Low ceilings, buoys, seafaring memorabilia, all add to the small town dive bar ambiance. You'll find townie regulars, hardcore drunks, summer party girls, and probably your parents or teachers if you grew up here. One of the only places in town you won't really find the gay or tourist crowd. Grab a drink, crank up a song on the jukebox that looks like it hasn't been touched since the mid 70's and watch the characters come to life. For the real drinkers only.
Review Source:Tight asses beware.-this is a drinking bar. Don't expect to have your old fashion's fruit  properly muddled.  Sloe Gin fizzes and grasshoppers will be and should be badly made and tastelessly presented at a great saloon like this. This is one of the richest dives i  have ever had the pleasure to sample. From the first step across the threshhold. across the ancient floorboards,( you are not drunk-thats the way the floor walks you)to the dark and musty eclecticely (decorated?) bar,the senses are treated to the kind of delights known only to barbary coast pirates and brave adventurers casting their "devil may care" fates to the wind.  The juke box has the best selection of music that i have ever seen, and i have been to thousands of bars.They even have the classic "moulty" by the memorable boston band "The Barbarians". Big Ben was my beer sommelier and served me well. I stayed for 6 beers and lots of interesting conversation with Ben and assorted locals and newbies. I vow to return. It is only fitting that this great joint be situated less than one mile from the very spot where Myles Standish and the boys jumped from their longboats and sloshed to shore to claim such for the glory of of their creator. If only the Old Colony where there to greet them. GOD SAVE THE OLD COLONY Jimmy Riley
Review Source:The Old Colony Tap was the first place that I experienced the wonder that is "The Provincetown Pour" - cheap and stiff as heck (or just freaking huge, if it was a glass of wine). Â Fill that glass up with some ice and my vodka, and feel free to save some room for a splash of soda and the lime. Â I loved it. Â
The space was dark and I swear only lit by 2 small bulbs and enough light at the bar to conduct transactions and it was awesome (until I stepped outside and felt like I had to put my sunglasses on at 8pm after the combo of  the lighting and 2 of  "The Provincetown Pour" drinks).  Right on the main strip of P Town stuff, ample seating and tables, a bunch of stools at the bar, a jukebox, a clean bathroom, and I feel like there may have been a video game machine too.
Will I be back? Â F yeah! Â If I lived here would this be in my top rotation of dive bars? Â No question!
Something you'd probably never expect in Provincetown: a dive bar that seemed mostly straight! Â The drinks were cheap, but of such low caliber that a fraternity would be embarrassed to serve them.
I actually did enjoy the seafaring decorations.
Not a great place to bring a date, but not the worst place to grab a drink with your buddy; I'd suggest ordering a beer, though.
When we were walking down the street during the day, we passed this place and just outside there was a biker woman in her 40s wearing a leather vest and chaps with a raspy voice talking to some guy about parking and it was retardedly heated. I thought we had to go into this place at night cause maybe we'd see a knife fight.
I guess this place is one of the "straight" bars in the area and probably the closest thing to a "dive" there. The walls are sort of TGI Fridays-ish with seemingly random stuff tacked on and stupid country-esque, Americana, mom-buying, attempting-to-be-witty "A penny saved is a penny I didn't spend yet!" placards littered about. Ugh. I bet whoever made that relaxes at home with some "Mad About You" and their two boyfriends, Ben and Jerry! Teehee!
If you're sitting at the tables, you feel like you're going to fall sideways right off your chair because everything sort of tilts to the side on the edges. Made me feel drunker than I was.
There were three 50s-ish guys who looked like the business type, but were in their weekend/vacation gear of polos, shorts and sockless loafers seated at the bar, but swiveled around on their chairs to scope out the scene. Then some floozys came over and they all started necking and ear nibbling. Ew.
Then some drunk party girls showed up in their short dresses and HUGE platform sandals to pound a quick one and started going crazy when Johnny Cash's "I Walk the Line" came on and danced with one of the guys while his lady friend plastered a fake smile on her face to show that she's hip and she's okay with that. Whatta gal!
The dancing guy got up on the table and was yelled at by the bartender. The party girls left and we all felt like we just experienced the quickest, lamest, Aqua Net-iest hurricane swirl right on by.
I went back to drinking my weak vodka tonic and folded my arms for the rest of the song. I'm just not a fan of Johnny Cash.
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