Don't sit at my table, Â Once upon a time before the Cherry Hill district had any bars or restaurants. Â The little Pickwick Tavern stood strong against the tide of downtown and east town. Â Those who didn't want to travel farther than two blocks would squeeze into this establishment and toast to the weekend, their dreams, their loves, and their lives
The Pickwick stands for resilience and truth. and  I love it
Take a break from the normalcy of Ionia Ave. and head east to Pickwick.
On first visit, the place may seem a little unwelcoming to the naked eye. Walking into a dark, quiet bar with a meager ten people inside is not the most inviting situation; but after settling in you wish you would have never doubted the place. The walls are adorned with 50s beer memorabilia, making the bar feel like a basement rumpus room more than anything else. Â I like to examine the muted floor tiles; classic linoleum squares in working-class hues of green, red, and black. The music is set to a regular volume, allowing free conversation between you and your compatriots.
The bar is well-regarded as owning the cleanest taps in Grand Rapids. Usually the only three beers on tap are Killians Irish Red, Sierra Nevada, and Fosters; they are the best tastes of said beers I have ever had. And the price is right, as well.
For a stop after dinner or after work, come here.