Worthington Tavern

Nestled in a nondescript swale of very north Falls Road, the Worthington Tavern is a dive roadhouse conceived and frequented by indentured servants who muck the stalls of Baltimore County's horsey set.

Conglomerations of timber race jockeys huddle over dirt cheap Budweisers. Every ten minutes equals spontaneous combustion into the lollypop guild in a three, and a two, and a one.

Fouler than foul is the never cleaned men's bathroom. Foolish are those who venture into the land of prepared food.

Barbour bearing equine real estate barrons regularly slum it at the only watering hole for miles in pursuit of a bourbon reddened nose. Lubricated loose lips spread tawdry tales of the married gentry's scandalous trysts which morph into incestuous valley gossip.

Spring and fall steeplechase events draw hordes of thirsty patricians. Poor alcohol fueled stableford handicapping decisions will ensue in more than a few exchanged dollars and stinging hurt pride.

Best laid plans incubate at the White Way.

At first take the Worthington Tavern has a Lord of the Rings-elvish-pub feel to it; set low between the rolling hills along Falls Rd, out in the endless horse pastures of Butler, MD.  It is often frequented by many "horse people", those that work or own stables ( often from Irish decent ) and a few other regular characters.   Don't let the vapid surrounding areas of Owings Mills, Huntvalley, and the communities of north Falls Rd dissuade you, the Worthington is its own deal and has not yet traded its soul to Ikea and TGI Fridays.  This place is the only worthwhile drinking establishment anywhere between Baltimore, Towson and the PA line, a great place to get away from Baltimore for a night, awesome in the summer and fall when they open the doors too the country sounds and smells.
     The Worthington has two pool tables a good internet jukebox and the patrons understand the value of drinking to a good tune.  This last point can not be over emphasized, I have drank many and much throughout too much of the country that has completely forgot what the combination of a song and a drink can do to ones demeanor.      
  Heading up or down Falls I have never run into Johnny Law lying in wait to harsh anyone's mellow, but I have heard he has his time of the month.  
I am surprised that more Bmore folks don't get out to this place more often.  The frozen pizzas for some reason are extremely good, although usually too hot to eat for at least a drink or two, still well worth the wait.

It would be awesome if they had some sort of open mic night or something, but there was nothing like that last time I was there.