Old State Tavern

This is easily my favorite bar I've ever been to. I hung out here regularly throughout my early 20s. The bartenders are amazing, they'll know your name immediately and remember it.

Nice selection of bottled beer, and cheap mugs of bud, bud light or heineken, and full bar.

The Old State has 10 cent wings on the weekends and monday nights. The bar was recently renovated and is now gorgeous inside, they have plenty of flat screens, a pool table, darts, juke box, and some arcade style games. Everything you need in a bar.

Cash only. Take out available.

My lifetime affection for dive bars was born here, at the humble Old State in Media, PA.

Scene:  One nineteen year old girl, rather stupid but adventurous, sitting at the giant horseshoe bar drinking Sierra Nevadas and Stilettos (Crown Royal and amaretto), surrounded by fat bearded biker dudes, lonely truck drivers, new-to-town West Africans, and other assorted nere'do wells.  

Jukebox wails out old country, eighties metal, and the occasional Dead song.  Drunks shuffle between the pool table and the bar, paying in change, sometimes running a tab and ignoring it for weeks.

A fryer behind the bar spits out wings, fries, and other nearly-indigestible snacks to soak up some booze.  Andy, long-time bartender and owner, rules with an iron fist in a velvet glove, remembering everyone's name and usual poison.

If I lived closer I'd still be there on Saturday nights, getting insanely drunk and betting on the bowling game.  Good thing I moved. But I miss it.