If you love to Karaoke, you have to come to Our House East on Tuesday and Wednesday nights! Â I like to go on Wednesday nights, when Paul the KJ is there hosting the evening! Â It is a lot of fun. Â The sound system that Paul has blows others in town away. Â Plus, the venue is small and intimate and fun late at night. Â If you come on a Wednesday near the end of a semester (Our House East is located next to a college campus), you better get there early! Â I have seen it be standing room only on these nights and there's still a long line outside of people wanting to get into the place. Â
Come on a Wednesday and make sure to let Paul know that Brad sent you and he will certainly take care of you. Â Finally, look for "special Elvis" to appear about 11:30 pm on Wednesday night! Â He's a trip...and real entertainer and a nice, good hearted guy! Â He has his own brand of singing and he's a riot to listen and watch. Â You will love his performances!
I came here during my undergraduate days fifteen years ago, so this is probably a little tempered by time.
Our House was known as the Greek hangout then. Maybe it still is, I don't know. Being in a fraternity as I was, I found myself there regularly on Thursday nights and then again on Sunday evenings after intramurals. It was a dive, but it was fun. There were occasional hookups in the restrooms. Which is gross considering the condition of the restrooms. Everything in the place had a grimy feel to it, which was just my speed for Greek nights.
My last year there, I lived right around the corner on Symphony and went there on off nights, which were much less dramatic and you were less likely to get elbowed and then bounced because you weren't putting up with elbows. It was actually a good joint for a quiet drink on off nights with cheap pitchers.
I don't know why anyone would want to order food here. This is a drinks and gropes only type of place.
I've got nothing special to say. Â I've just been thinking of my past 7 years in Boston and thinking of places to rate 1 star. Â I'm too nice, so there are only 2 places, the MBTA B Line (surprised they even had a yelp for it) and this place.
This is retroactive hate right here. Â I haven't been here for 1.5 years (YAY! CONGRATS ME!). Â This was actually the first bar I've ever been to. Â I didn't have a fake, but there was a Northeastern football viewing party (lol) at this place when I was 20. Â I told them to put an X on my face and I still barely got in. Â That is my intro to this place.
I am trying to leave this review short. Â I've tried to make jokes in my past reviews, but oh no, not for you Our House East. Â This is where poo (s-swear-word poo-replacement) gets serious. Â (I meant shit) (oh fuck, there goes the point of saying those previous non-swear words) Long story short, I've been here I'm guessing 20 times and had fun 1 time. Â That 1 time I had fun I had 2 40 Lokos beforehand. Â That is actually the only time I had 2 40 Lokos ever so who knows, I may have had fun in a dark alley with my homeless homies.
This place is a Guinness World Record attempt to see how many people they can jam into a tight space. Â Want a drink? Â It will cost you your standard bar price (and 30 minutes of your life). Â
For some odd reason this was a popular Northeastern stop. Â Every single time someone wanted to come here I'd think to myself "uuughhhh fuuuuckkk shhiiittt pancakkkess damn it WHHYYYYY mashed potatoes old people FUUUCK" then say out loud "ok, Our House, cool." Â Then we arrived and I hated life.
Yeah though, if you want to break the Guinness World Record for most people crammed into one place, DO NOT come here. Â You will only come in 17th place. Â If you want to break that record, google "Most People Crammed Into A Smart Car." Â You can try to reach your dreams here but the bouncer will cut them short. Â "Sorry, we're at capacity, we only allow 1525 people here."
In all seriousness, this place sucks. Â This is probably the single bar in Boston I rate 1 star. Â By the way this is the first time I've ever seen a video preview to a bar. Â I watched it and all I saw was "Hello! We don't suck! Come visit!" Â DON'T BELIEVE HIS LIES!
A bunch of my co-workers come here after their training conference, so I figured I'd be a follower and check it out. If it wasn't for the mob mentality I probably wouldn't have continued to come out here. First, the "cheap drinks" I was told about... didn't exist. Sure, they have specials, at inconvenient times!
The spacing is really jammed, I do like that there are two bars, but knock down the wall between East and West and you could really open up the place. I liked the Monday night beer pong theme - party pong atmosphere.
They also had a few karaoke nights - of which I've never really been a fan of - I've been to better karaoke nights (that says a lot!). The place seems to get crowded around 12:30am and then bar service gets significantly slower. I wish they had 2 bartenders per bar more often. They seem understaffed a lot. Plus, they were slow early on Saturday night and the bartender was unaware of his surroundings... needs to be quicker when it's slower!
Our House is just barely better than a 1, I am just a fan of some fun beer pong, and that's what did it for me. Plus, they played some good music.
Our house serves food during the day, but that's not when you'll find a crowd there. Â The food is pretty decent, but it's cheap so no gripes there.
The real "Our  House East" experience comes beginning around 12:45am Thursday-Saturday when Northeastern University students flood the place en masse.  It's a late night haunt when the back room opens up, and college students in rare form flood the place.
Some tips:
Don't expect a classy place
Expect it to be hot
Expect it to be a mess
Expect to pay $4-7 per drink (approx)
Expect to get kicked out at 2am
Avoid the bathrooms if possible.
This is textbook definition of a dive, except that it's only full late at night and isn't dive prices.
One word ROACHES.
At 8pm I was sitting at the bar having a Guinness waiting on my burger when the friendly neighborhood roach crawled across the bar-top and towards me. Â When I say roach I mean the German Roach (Blatella germanica) which is known for invading restaurants and homes where the kitchens and bathrooms aren't kept sanitized.
I covered the the bug with a can and called for the manager. Â When the manager came over he very politely killed the roach for me. Â I explained I was perfectly capable of killing a bug my problem was the sanitation questions this bug raised, he told me that roach infestations were The City of Boston's dirty little secret and they are everywhere and OHE is doing their best to control it. Â He offered to pay for either my drink or my dinner but I explained that didn't make the roach go away. Â I mostly believe him but I'd just as soon not eat here again.
Thumbs up for customer service in general though!
I hate Our House East, yet I find myself there more often than I'd like to admit. Â When Conors closes, I prefer Punters, but sometimes I'm with people who would rather go to OHE, so I go along. Â It seems like 4 out of 5 times I go, something bad happens. Â
So why do I give it two stars instead of one? Â Solely because if you go on karaoke night, there is a guy named "Special Elvis" who "sings" (I guess you can call it that?!?) songs. Â The first time I saw Special Elvis, I had a deer in headlights look for about 45 minutes, accompanied by constantly asking my friends, "Am I really seeing this?!?" Â Please go and see it for yourself. Â It's an experience like none other.
Do not come here unless you are:
1. A Northeastern Student
AND
2. Blacked out..drunk behind comprehension....there isn't a sober bone in your body...you can't remember your name.
Here's the deal, Our House is a late night spot for Northeastern Students who are looking to get laid.
To put it simply, Our House is where you go when you run out of options. That is drinking options and hook-up options. Those who say they go there for other reasons are both lying to you and themselves.
If you're looking to avoid someone who attends NEU and is of age...don't go there because you WILL see them. Happens every time, there is no escaping. ESPECIALLY if they're in a frat or sorority.
I spit nothing but the truth.
Ugh. I've been waiting to rip Our House apart for a while. I think it's finally time. Hmm, where should I start? Well, first off, they crowd this place up to the max. There are 3 rooms, but the one to the right remains completely empty while everyone floods the other two. And when I say floods, I mean it.
There's nowhere to sit, nowhere to stand, and most importantly, nowhere to run and hide. From who, you ask? From the "Who's who?" of Northeastern University. I'm talking about every past hookup you'd rather die than run into; every ex best friend you've only communicated with via drunk & happy text messaging at 2am since you stopped hanging out a year ago; every frat boy or sorority girl you'd rather drink a bottle of Frank's red hot sauce than listen to brag about their sexy lives; the hott weed-smoking TA from organic chemistry recitation; the 31-year-old man who crept on you freshman year at this very establishment; or the awkward kid from anthropology class you wouldn't talk to unless you've had 4 vodka sodas. I'm sure you all can relate.
As much as I hate this place, I find myself here for last call at least 1-2 times per month. My best friends live around the corner, so being a frequent couch-dweller, I have no choice but to tag along when someone suggests "Our House?!?"
I loved this place when I was a mere 18 years old and the creepy bouncer at the time let me and my other underage friends in with our Husky ID's alone. Now, I can't say I feel the same blind, ignorant love I once did. It's hot and sweaty, and everyone who goes here takes themselves WAAYYYY too seriously. It's just not for me.
So, if you're looking for an excuse to run into any of the characters mentioned above for some cheap thrills, or maybe even a one night (or second night?) stand, then this is your hot spot!! Good luck.
It's been said before, but nobody actually chooses to go to Our House East. You just kind of run out of options.
Don't get me wrong--I work right across the street and find myself there on a more-than-regular basis. We often get out at 1 AM and don't have too many other places to funnel whiskey
Our House is great if you'd like to yell, get roofied, touch and smell strangers, and/or be completely ignored by a bartender.
Oh Our House. My rating for this Northeastern favorite definitely would move around depending on the time of day and my mood at the moment. As it is 2 in the afternoon on Wednesday and I am sober, my rating stands at 2 stars. As a freshman and sophomore getting into Our House was one of those things everyone was trying - my friends and I have lost a multitude of fake IDs to the bouncers. I don't know what makes this place so damn appealing. The disgusting bathrooms with doors that don't close? The "it's so crowded I literally can't move" atmosphere? The broken beer bottles on the floor? The stain I have to get out of my new white shirt because that drunk girl just spilled her vodka cranberry all over me?
I know I'm going to get some backlash from the hardcore Our House lovers that still remain in my circle of friends but to be honest, I got sick of this place soon after I could actually get in. Of course you'll have those random nights where you end up there around 1 AM, have yourself a nice time and get so excited to see all of those people you haven't seen in a while (ya know, those people who you don't REALLY care about seeing unless it's 1 AM and you're tipsy).
I've had long discussions with friends about the strange little subculture of Northeastern that inhabits Our House: you have your athletes, your Greeks, and the girls that hook up with the athletes and the Greeks. So why is it that when the clock strikes 12:45 AM it becomes SO important to leave wherever you are to get to last call? Â To be completely blunt, Our House is the place where people end up for "last call" aka "let me scavenge the place to avoid those regrets from last weekend and see who looks drunk enough to come home with me this weekend."
Sure, I've had my share of fun/incredibly funny experiences that have stemmed from nights at Our House but it's just getting old. Or maybe I am?
Welcome to the birthplace of Bro Dudes, a Northeastern student Mecca with a two Bud Light minimum. Â I use to think I was bad: constantly wandering eyes, a borderline clinically compulsive need to hit on women, the inexplicable appearance of garbled names and numbers in my contact list the next morning, but no--I am Robin to these guys' Batman. Â Though I'd be a classy, successful Robin, while Batman would be played by someone like Nick Nolte or Gary Busey on a particularly ugly day. Â Aside from seeing all the gross bro/bro-girl make out sessions (which looked like they were actually trying to test one another for strep with their tongue), I was privy to watch a couple instances where the girl was being hit on by one guy in front while simultaneously being felt up by another guy in back. Â Of particular note was when one man, after just introducing himself to a woman, proceeded to throw her over his shoulder, sit her on the bar, and then rub his face in her nether regions. Â I guess the moral of the story is, if you, or your friend, is a grossie and you want to be indiscriminately hit on then this is the place for you.
One of the bars looks like it came from Ikea--light brown with very hard angles, perhaps something one has for a home bar in their basement. Â On the bright side the booze was adequately priced with some half way decent tap choices, though everyone was drinking bottles of bud light. Â The Thursday night DJ was playing some half way decent hip-hop from yesteryear with a spattering of contemporary pop which kept the dance floor busy, though I needed a good shower afterward to get all the sleaze off. Â Aside from what I previously said about the clientele, one guy--the rubber of face in crotch, actually--lit up two cigarettes in the bar, one for him and one for a particularly wasted lady. Â While they were taken away before he could put his over sized zippo away, I'll let that speak to the decorum of this place.
Bottom Line: Gross, but I'll be back in tomorrow probably.
This was the default happy hour place before Symphony 8 opened. Thank god Symphony 8 opened.
My coworkers and I have eaten here a few times. I have no desire to return. The place is kinda shady. A bit dirty. They're always out of items on the menu. The wait staff is collectively one sandwich short of a picnic. There are TVs everywhere. The bathrooms are scary.
We went to a free happy hour buffet there once that was the saddest happy hour I've ever been to. Some weird pasta, some meat (can't remember, but I was not interested) and stale popcorn. Sad.
When I order Jameson's, it is served to me in a plastic shooter glass. True story.
Maybe if I was 21 and this was the last stop of the night before I headed back to my dorm room, it would be ok. But even then I probably still wouldn't like it.
There are so many things wrong with this place I dont know where to start.
All of the Northeastern kids (one myself) rush over around 12 45 filling the place up to capacity by 1 (long lines by 1 10... whats the point of even waiting?). Â Once you get in you can barely move, and there's basically no point in going before midnight because the place is dead. Â People dance in the far left, but you cant even move anywhere and people are constantly bumping into one another. Â Ive witnessed people trying to pickpocket on the dance floor, so be careful where you put your valuables.
The service is a joke, usually 1 bar tender per bar and politely waiting at the bar doesn't work... shout, yell, flail and throw things at the bartender to get their attention because they are usually snotty anyways.
Only redeeming thing about our house are the 2.50 Brubakers baby, shots are overpriced and the venue sucks.
Dont order the food it's terrible.
So a group of us stopped in here one night when we (stupidly) decided that we'd be fine walking from Faneuil Hall back to Northeastern...in the freezing cold. Yes, I'll admit it, we are not always very bright people.
Anyway. We decided to stop in here to grab a quick drink and warm up before continuing our trek to my friend's apartment. We'll ignore the fact that the man checking ids didn't want to let me in at first - despite the fact that I was the oldest person in our group. Strike One. Once his ego trip was over, he let us all in and out of the freezing cold.
We were ignored for quite a while..not cool considering there were only about 4 other people in there, but I digress. When a waitress finally made her way over to us, she allowed us to order food and drinks - only to come back 5 minutes later and tell us that they didn't have anything we'd ordered. Really? Strike two.
We left shortly thereafter to continue our walk, but this place definitely left a bad taste in my mouth - literally and figuratively.
One word: Brubakers.
Sadly, I need too many of them to overlook the douche-baggery that abounds at Our House. I went here for last-call about 90% of the time (gotta love Northeastern - holla!) and that pervasive smell in the air is stale beer and desperation.
Can't say I miss it all too much...but I did love those Brubakers.
"It's a magical place Sim, don't deny it." Aleks K
I suppose that's not entirely untrue. Because last fall I was able to get in with an ID that blatantly called me out for being 20. And if that's not magic I don't know what is. And I also slurred after two LI iced teas. And that's pretty magical as well. But the magic ends there (and continues to the bedroom tehe). No but seriously.
The bathrooms. There are no locks on the door. Probz because when I'm drunk I don't care who sees me peeing. In fact the more the merrier! But I don't actually think anyone comes in there to clean up. There has never been a mop in that bathroom, merely layers of dranks, of droplets of pee (even a lady has her accidents), of other liquids. I do not have the time or stomach to think of exactly what is going on in those bathrooms.
The point is this place is never THE go to bar. After Conor's? Yea, let's do it. After a night of drinking for one more nightcap (to possibly bring home a strapping NEU lad)? Yea okay that works. But to go to Our House with only Our House on the agenda? Girl, you must be cray-cray.
I do not take Our House seriously. I have eaten here but I'd rather not talk about it. I have come here to celebrate a friend's 21st and probably will continue to do so. They make their drinks strong. I like strong. The bartenders are assholes. This is a fact. In fact a week ago my friend was yelled at for being "in the box" which I am assuming is prime real estate for drink pouring? Regardless, it was like a Monday night. No one was there. She was not bombarded by drink orders. Let my friend stand there to order a gin and tonic for herself and a water for the 21 year who needs it most (but who seriously thinks it IS in fact a gin and tonic). Let it happen.
I will be back here. Many times. Because I am a college student. Because I live 30 seconds away. Because there is a good chance I will meet a good looking guy there to uh play cards with after. But more than that. More than that.
Because I believe in magic.
#3 of 3 on the list of "on campus" Northeastern bars is Our House East.
The sad thing is that it really should be #1. I mean, it's got lots of TVs, two bars, "dancing," and the always important Big Buck Hunter.
What Our House lacks, however, is any semblance of class. The wait staff and bartenders clearly don't care, and I've spent hours waiting for a damn Bud Light which, by the way, is bottled, not on draft. At a college bar. Yeah.
The biggest problem, though, is the high douchebag to human ratio. I swear, you'll see more popped collars and pink shirts in one corner of Our House than you will at any other bar in Boston. And although you might find yourself waiting hours for a beer, the idiot with the sideways trucker hat yelling at the bartender and holding his iPhone in the air like it's a trophy will, invariably, be served twice before you. And then he'll probably vomit into his beer glass. And dump it onto the floor.
This is where you end up when one of the better campus bars closes.
The food, for the record, is mediocre, and exactly what you'd expect from a bar.
Our House--the bar by by school!
Finally went in there with a co-worker on a Saturday night to chill and grade and drink and eat chili and wings. Â Good pub food, fast and friendly service, good locale for me--nice change of pace from nearby corporate Unos.
The Cajun honey boneless wings were good, as well the bone included wings which somehow had more kick. My friend needed extra hot sause-not me!  Stingy on the carrot and celery vegetable fair-as per bar u-sh.  The chili was supposed to be wicked hot and it was just hot but tasty  and fresh with beans, peppers, meat, jalapenos and cheese, and goodness; the nacho chips were super fried.  I believe Magic Hat is on tap as well as Berkshire brew--
OUR HOUSE also happens to be the first and only place I ever made the "first move" on a dude and asked for his number. Â A few years ago after a show my older cousin and I went here. I talked to this N.U. law graduate student and asked for his number. I never called him. I wussed out.
As a 21 year old I enjoyed the Allston couched-up version of Our House!!
I'll be back here to "Our House"
to take the edge off of work--
If I could give them less than 1 star, I would. Now I never really liked this place, but it's convenient, a block from my house, and once Conor's closes, this is the only other place in the immediate area to drink.
But, after last night, you will never find me there again.
So they ask me and all my friends for a second form of photo ID. No other bar asks for a second form of PHOTO ID, most liquor stores don't either, but I can understand when they do. Ok, so I show them my only other photo id, which is my highschool id and it was fine, but my friend, whose 21st birthday was that night didn't have a second photo id. We repeatedly told the fuckin grimey ass bouncers, there were 3 of them by the way, for no good reason, that it was his birthday and they said they couldn't do anything about. HOW DO YOU SLEEP AT NIGHT KNOWING YOU TURNED AWAY SOME KID ON HIS 21st BIRTHDAY FOR NOT HAVING A SECOND PHOTO ID?!?!?
So we went to Tiger Lily, he got a free flaming shot, we had a scorpion bowl and then the birthday boy passed out on the table. Success.
Peeps, this is not a dive bar. Â Those of you who are calling it a dive bar have obviously never been to an actual dive bar before. Â Â When you are in a room slightly bigger than your parents' master bedroom and add two hundred youngins drinking cans of Buds with a straw and add a band that has never actually played music together before, you can be sure you are in a dive bar. Â Or your parents throw really weird parties and you should probably disown them.
Yeah, it's going to be crowded, sweaty, loud, a little crazy. Â That's usually how the whole 'bar in a college town' thing goes. Â But you can also play Wii games and compete in RockBand and attend trivia nights and have bartenders who will give you full, stocked drinks instead of the watered-down expensive stuff you would find in your larger, more 'mature' establishment. Â Â
If you are looking to have unbelievable food, why would you go to a bar to do so? Â In all fairness, Our House East's Allston/Brighton brother from another mother, Our House West, has some of the best food in the city... but you gotta spend time in a cold basement to get it. Â So it's a little give and take. Â Â My suggestion would be to get your eats on elsewhere and then treat yourself to inexpensive drinks at Our House East.
I'm afraid "meh" is the only word I could use to describe this particular hole in the wall.
I've been to Our House a few times, and each time the experience was about the same. Packed full of drunks rubbing against each other, and trying to rub against you and the poor shot-girl at the same time (props to her for getting them without punching them in the face...I'd not do so well). The drinks are overpriced and underliquored, the music is always too loud, and you could most likely have a better time, er, anywhere.
The only reason I gave Our House two stars is because it is the last-call bar on the NU campus, from which I can meander home fairly safely. I'll take my chances pretty much anywhere else however, unless I'm already sloshed. beyond the point of reason.
So, we went to this Northeastern dive bar for Stump Trivia. Â First off, the website says it starts at 8:30. Â But when we get there, we're informed that it doesn't start till 10 PM. Â WTF is the use of having a website if you don't keep it updated. Â
Second, once they DO start the game, it does not occur to the Stump trivia jockey to ask the bar to turn down the music so we can actually hear. You'd think it wouldn't take customers pointing this out for it to occur to someone - maybe the freaking manager, who by the way is a total tool. Â
Third, this place is loud and kind of annoying. The mixed drinks are pretty good actually - I didn't find them too watered down - but they've got a lousy beer selection. Â Their avocado sandwich was pretty tasty, but that's about all they have as an option for vegetarians.
When I moved to Boston a couple of months ago I was excited to find what looked like a decent bar in my neighborhood. My opinion changed rather quickly.
The good. It seems as if they're trying to do cool events such as trivia night, karaoke, weekday food/beer deals etc. They have that blueberry beer (whatever it's called). It's a bar and it has a full liquor license. When the service is good the staff can be very friendly and professional.
The bad. It's a borderline dive bar. Attendance seems to be sporadic. When it does get packed it's packed NU students, which isn't always the most interesting crowd.
I've been there several times in the past few months on weeknights and weekends; slow nights and busy nights. Their service gets flustered on the busy nights and sometimes downright negligent on the slow nights.
The ugly. They really need to use their space better. How about some dart boards or a pool table. There's so much wasted space. I have no idea what's with all of the walls dividing portions of the place either. Perhaps they are load bearing? Moreover, many of the TV's are old CRT/Projectors. They need to update. Bathroom was pretty bad too.
Conclusion. They really need to hire someone to revamp the place. I guess being so close to NU gives them enough business to not bother with fixing up the joint. It's a shame because it could be something great when one considers the location, square footage, and kitchen.
Those photos are of the other location.
Anyway, this was the usual hangout back when I turned 21 and went to NU.  We used to always do the 1/2 priced apps on weds or Thurs night, until they bumped up the prices (likely because of us).  Food was average/slightly below average bar food.  Waitstaff was all female NU students.  The occasional karaoke night, or  Red Sox game there was a fun time.  The beer selection kind of stunk, but I was in college, so I was probably ordering the cheap horrible Bru Baker bottles anyway.  More 2 stars than 3, but it earns that extra one for somewhat fond college memories.
I swear on my grandmother's grave I was served a Brubaker at this place in 2002 and it had crusted, day-old puke around the top of the bottle. Like the bottle was sitting in a trough behind the bar and some shmuck fratboy snuck a ninja-puke while leaning over the bar and it landed right on top.
Not a horrible spot for a weekday night. Pretty much my idea of Bar Hell on a Friday or Saturday night though.
And still, somehow... I miss it.
Somewhere in between Symphony and Northeastern T stop, you will find this little dive/sports bar known for its smell of stale beer.
This oddly designed bar is divided by a cement wall which acts as a barrier for keeping the noise out for the diners/winos from the rowdy sports fans.
I went here for a department Xmas party, and I hope the cement barrier worked in reverse because most of the yells and cheers were from our department and not from the bar area broadcasting the game.
Our waitress left us alone to do what ever our clever minds wanted to do, which partially worked in our advantage. But it also meant she wasn't very helpful. Many times we were out of cups for the pitchers  and I found myself having to go up to the bar to get more and this was during a time when there really weren't many others to serve.
As far as the food goes it is your typical pub/grub- buffalo wings, crispy fries, and nachos. The nachos aren't really too impressive, unless your impressed by things like how many different items they can stack on a plate and still call them nachos.
My overall experience was below average. One positive is its a  good location for Northeastern grad students (even though I'm not a NE grad student.) and they have huge bottles of Brubaker for only $2. Though, if I was a NE grad student, I'd rather go to other bars  in the area like The Pig or the Mission.
NU wasn't even trying to hide its crappiness when they took us here for lunch during our PhD recruitment weekend.
There were about a group of 20, but the service took forever! I remembered getting a salad since I needed some greens in my body, but that is all since isn't it wasn't a very memorable meal. My neighbors meals didn't look exactly spectacular either. The bathroom was quite horrendous too.
And you know what was the worse suggestion? My fellow newly college-grad recruits questioning me whether I should get a beer or not. Hell, they're paying and there's nothing like going to an interview with your alcohol dehydrogenase upregulated. And to accept coming to NU? You had to be drunk to do that....oooopps!
I've grudgingly gone to Our House on several occasions; ALL BAD.
Do Not Go To Our House East if:
a) You are not 21. Your ID WILL get confiscated.
b) You value your life
c) You don't like your drinks watered down as all hell
d) You don't like getting elbowed in the head because it's way overcrowded
e) You are hungry, because the food is VOMITROCIOUS (I've tried the nachos, BAD IDEA PEOPLE!!!!!***)
f) You dislike the smell of urine (yes, it's very much the AROMA of Our House, as it's emanating like crazy from the bathroom).
g) You are not into casual sex
h) You dislike fat uglies singing Karaoke ("This is Why I'm Hot!") in skimpy flourescent tube tops pretending that they are the sheez.
i) You have a vehement dislike of Northeastern students
j) Any/all of the above. Contact for letters k-z and the entire alphabet over x 10.
***PS - I got my ID taken here 3 times and because I have mad connections I got it back all 3! Yay pour moi!!!
It's Northeastern's neighborhood dive bar. Â You're going to see pretty much everybody you know if you go on the weekends. Â And once Conor Larkin's closes, the place will pack in until last call.
Forget ever getting a strong mixed drink here. Â Everything is measured out first in jigger shot glasses. Â And my drinks have been mixed incorrectly many times -- seriously, who can't make a Long Island?
The beer selection is mediocre, and while they offer pitchers, it's only for certain beers. Â You can get a pitcher of Sam Seasonal, but not Sam regular.
The only saving grace for this ridiculously overpriced place are the happy hours. Â Sunday night has dollar burgers from 8-11, which are amazing (and filling, if you get 2 or 3). Â Monday has 10 cent wings, and Monday through Friday from 3-5 has a burger / beer combo.
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