Partner's Pub

Last night after getting out of work, my buddy and I needed a drink so we found the closest bar possible. We drove by the place (which looks like a total dive outside, stylistic with Budweiser and Miller neons on the facade) and decided to check it out since the lot was full, indicating a local bar--just what we enjoy. We enjoyed our visit, however didn't seem to be having as much fun as most of the locals.

Partner's is a nice dive with alcohol priced similarly to what you'd get at any small place ($9 for a Sam Winter and Gin and Tonic) but they do have Moosehead lager for $1 for a 16 oz pint, or $4.50 for a 64 oz. pitcher. Too bad we didn't realize that until after we had gotten our drinks...

You walk into a room with a video game, two pool tables, three or four scattered tables, and a stage in the back. To the left is the bar, where there are probably six-eight bar stools in a long thin alley. The style of each of the two rooms is way different, though each have the character of mismatched walls, floors, and ceilings, cords and wires hanging from the ceiling in places, and wood paneling reminisced of the 70's & 80's.

Sure, partners is worth a visit--hardly any places aren't--but if you're not local and you want to have a conversation instead of talk over everyone else getting sloshed, I'd suggest ordering your cheap pitcher of Moosehead, chugging it, and moving on.

The undisputed king of all dive bars, Partner's lives down (up) to it's grand reputation.  For years there was no way you could get out without smelling like you smoked about 400 cigarettes. Actually that was the goal of everyone there.   I think I came close a couple of times.  

No, there is no food at this Pub.  Just lots and lots of cheap alcohol, a terrible pool table and THE (nobody can argue this) filthiest men's room in the known universe of divedom.  The worst mistake a person could ever make would be to dare wear flip flops into the men's room.  There is without fail at least an inch of water and urine on the floor.  The toilet paper is always completely urine soaked so don't sit down.  I have known only two people who have sat down in the bathroom.  I laughed the whole time they were in there.  First they were desperate enough to have to go. Second, when they reached for the TP? HA!

Once my cousin Bill wiped his finger across the ceiling and there was in fact white paint beneath it's yellow-falling  facade.  Impressive.  

When I moved to CA away from here the outside was dirty, old Cape Cod siding.  When I returned it was painted hellfire red. So fitting.

They have recently redone the pitted bar and the floors.  To me it's like trying to fix the Mona Lisa.

Please go if you are ever in the area.  I think it still wreaks of cigarette smoke.  The only plus about the smoking ban is that you don't have to put your clothes in a separate part of the house when you get home.