Patrick's

My friends Andy and Greg always used to drag me in here.  They used to have dollar beers or something like that, and it was very cheap.  There is not much interesting here except that it is probably exactly like it was when it was built in the late 60's or early 70's.  In that way, it is like a historical relic.  The jukebox was filled with the worst classic rock ever, like Tom Petty radio hits from the 1990's or the worst Pretenders songs.  Also the clientele consists of hardcore alcoholics and suburban pretenders.

The other reviews are depressing.   I was picking up fish and chips next door and realized it has been 20+ years since I was there.   At one time it was my favorite place.   The bar had an amazing collection of wildlife art and a logos beer selection.  In '86 it was sold, the art stripped from the walls and it went to .hell

If Charles Bukowski were still alive, this would be his favorite bar.

If you want to sip a flirtini while listening to the latest single from last year's American Idol winner, keep going to the pretentious bistros from where your type traditionally breed. But if you want to drink beer and shoot pool on a cum stained pool table, free off all the clatter of doufus hipsters talking about their latest facebook escapades, this is your joint.