O'Ryans Irish Pub

Never again.

I actually found myself feeling offended by this place after sitting inside for about two minutes. "Irish Pub" does NOT mean "We don't know how to cut people off here", it does not mean "place full of drunks", it does not mean "if you still have cash, then you haven't been over-served".

I am continually baffled as to why it is apparently okay to adopt a racist attitude concerning Irish people.

As a person of largely Irish decent, I really am offended by this place. Firstly, there is NOTHING even remotely Irish about the place, I don't even think they have an Irish beer in the house- they certainly have none on tap. The patron base seems to be the drunk and over-served crowd, which I am guessing is what qualifies this place as "Irish" in the mind of the proprietor.

Now, as you read this review you might think that I'm some elitist twat that just hates any "real" bar, and I assure you that this is absolutely not the case. I do love a GOOD dive bar from time to time, but this place just isn't cool at all. It has no real character. Everything in the place is generic and dull. There was no soap in the men's room, and there hadn't been any for at least a week is what I heard from another patron.

If this place (I can't even bring myself to type the name, it so offends me) would just suck it up, realize that it's nothing but a sorry divey hole, loose the Irish moniker and call themselves a bar, public house, tavern or just about anything other than an Irish pub, then I don't think I would be offended by this place... But get real- this place is not an Irish pub. it is a sorry hole, and I won't be back if I can help it.

To qualify as an Irish pub (in my mind at least), you have to have Irish beers. You have to have Irish food items. You have to attempt to provide a classy atmosphere. This place 100% fails on all three counts.

I really don't think you could pay me to go back there.

great place! stumble in and they are not tying to figure out if you are from medford or just got off the road from a 30 hour trip. order a pbr and just one glass you will have friends before your second pitcher! not at all like the co-op where they want to sniff your butt to figure if you eat what they eat. hey i have been to few co-ops in my day and that is the only one that sells produce from south of the border wile trying to give you crap about asking for a second cup to share your soup. yay eyepub! boo swazie neo-hippies, i eat right so that i am healthy not so i can judge others. if i stumble through a door i am glad to be in a place where i can be treated as a equal even if i am trying to shrug off a 22hundred mile trip on the road.

This is my favorite bar ever. It's dark, it's cheap, and there's usually some shitty metal on the jukebox. This is where the William Shatner-lookin fool (poor man's version, of course) will chat you up (aka scare the cheap beer out of you) and you can make the clothes fall off a virtual girl on one of those computer game / gambling machines.

There's also pool tables, which are moved off to the side on Saturday nights to make room for the dj and the strobe-lit dancefloor.

But really, who cares about all of that nonsense. They have dollar beers, either PBR or Coors Light, on Thursday nights until midnight and on Saturdays they have dollar jello shots. I'm guessing they choose to do jello on Saturdays so you don't spill all your stuff while you're grinding up on William Shatner.

A lot of cheap college kids at I-Pub like myself, as well as a lot older down and outs. Last time I walked by, there was a girl passed out at the window table with her tramp stamp showing. It said "WEED."