McGlinchey's Bar

Been coming here for 25 years, since I moved to Philadelphia. Hasn’t changed. Still the best bar in town!! This IS a smoking bar, always interesting clientele, bathrooms are on the rough side, alcohol prices are cheap for CC, I come for the atmosphere, jukebox, conversation, and the Chili Dogs. May not be to everyone’s liking, but it is to mine. If you are on a Dive Bar tour it’s not to be missed. If you like your bars a bit smoky, edgy, with eclectic tunes, it’s a Philadelphia Classic, not to be missed. You can lose an afternoon in here very easily, and you won’t want it back. ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

Excellent area and setup, ideally, but the servers could use some help. The male working acknowledged customers and took orders. A blonde female acted like you needed her attention before a drink.

This place is dirty and run down. The men's bathroom is indescribable. In other words, it's absolutely perfect. You couldn't replicate this place if you tried....

The bartender was tattooed and suspicious openly drinking on the job. Yelled at me for not tipping as I was clearly walking to the ATM. Bad customer service all around! Getting my clothes dry cleaned and they don’t take Apple Pay

Awesome local dive bar that you can still smoke in and enjoy a drink! Lots of locals and regulars but are also very friendly and make it a fun atmosphere. The food, however, doesn't truly exist aside from hot dogs, which, as I was told before going don't have the greatest reputation.

Loved the vibe of mcglincheys. Seems like a place with incredible history and had a vibe straight out of a movie. Tatum the bartender had an amazing energy about her, and made the experience exponentially more magical. Only met her for a moment but she is magnetic and a valuable member of mcglincheys team. Thanks for having us!

Cash only. Allows smoking inside. Surprisingly decent draft list with good glassware and cheap pours. It's a dive bar, what more do you want?

My friend and I were accused of being underaged when we are both 22. After reluctantly accepting our ID’s, the blonde female bartender was incredibly rude to the point where we both left before ordering anything.

A dive bar certainly has its place in the world, but this joint is just downright filthy. When asked what you'd like to drink, I strongly recommend you say, "Something in a bottle". The arcade games don't work, and the bathrooms look like a crime scene. The upstairs bar was no better. There was a crotchety male bartender who was wearing a puss on his face like someone pissed in his Cornflakes. There were two inches of chalk dust on everything around the pool table. And yes, everyone inside is chain smoking so you will reek like an ashtray upon leaving.

Yes, this is listed as a "dive bar" by guidebooks. But for us oldsters who appreciate watering holes without themes, I'd simply call this a bar. Rectangular bar with seating all around and a limited number of tables along the walls. Good set up for quick, attentive service. No wall of bottles - booze is in racks below bar level - you're here to drink (and maybe eat some of the hot dogs), not to look at shiny labels. Personable crowd on a Friday night. Smoking is OK here. Don't like that? Don't come in. TouchTunes jukebox here, where most people who played it when I visited walked up and put money in manually. Old school. Payphone and CBGB-like graffiti-coated bathrooms in the house. There was a local newspaper on the bar for anyone to read. Thank you. Cash only. Please take note. There is an ATM here, but you really ought to carry cash as a habit. Tip your bartender well - they deserve it.

I absolutely love this bar. Yes, cigarette's are not healthy and neither is second hand smoke. But if you were around when smoking was common in restaurants and bars, there is something nostalgic about it. This place is a dive but of the best kind. The staff is always great, the regulars are too and the prices cannot be beat. Grab a bar stool, order an ice cold beverage, have some good conversations and relax. Don't forget about ordering a hot dog!

I'll give this place five stars because there are the friendliest bartenders around. They used to have terrible very mean bartenders but now they're super friendly and there's nothing better than a friendly bartender. Especially, one that is like a PhD, and then just bartend bc it pays the bills or they just enjoy it that much. So this place is fantastic. I freaking love this place.

This was a thrill ride. You sit on a toilet covered with stranger pee and brace yourself. If someone walks in? You're going to be exposed to the whole bar, full eye contact. After that harrowing experience, you might be at face level and within 6" of a peeing dong. Right the fuck there. If the dude is packing a mushroom, he'll be behind the wall. Zucchini and above? You're gonna see that dude's weiner. So, the trick is slipping in, spraying the rhino liner, and getting the fuuuuck out. Like, NASCAR pit stop shitting.

Always fantastic food, friendly service and the Irish ambiance is always on point. A must stop location.

No idea why someone would rate this dive bar lower. It's exactly what you expect. Dark, lil smokey, interesting characters. Full disclosure they allow smoking and it's cash only. We came here two days in a row and the bartenders were both friendly and engaging. The bathrooms are a full on crime scene but surprisingly clean? We loved it, if you don't you need to lower your expectations.

Girl I love it here go here. It's a vibe. But also, don't go here if ur annoying. The vibe should stay a vibe.

This was MY KIND OF BAR! Friendly staff, cash only and cash is king. Bathroom attendant was very professional and efficient and honestly, I came here on a fluke and I am so happy I did. I recommend this to anybody who is looking to have a good time, drink at a bar outside of their normal scope and wants to listen to some grunge ass music. The dark ambiance really highlighted my features and I am so thankful. Thank you, McGlinchey's. You helped me create an unforgettable experience on a St. Pattys Day that will go down in history.

They told my friend on her 21st bday that she looked too young and would not serve us or check our IDs

Great prices, atmosphere might get some taking use to. I would recommend this place. Definitely a dive bar.

Classiest establishment i've been to in a while. Everyone is welcome and bathroom should be listed as a Philadelphia landmark. $3 Pours weekly on imported beer. Drunk cigs welcome!

Came here with my friend and they ruined our night. The bartender was a grinch -- ignored us and was rude. Bad energy from this place, and I heard it used to be great.

The bartender was the young arrogant guy. I stood at the bar for 15 minutes while he served everyone except for me. Mind you, I have just arrived and have given him no reason to dislike me. When I finally place my order he scoffs at what I got, and says "thats f--ing disgusting". All it was was a vodka sours. The bar is a smoking bar. It is horrible in there. It smells like the inside of an ash tray, and there is nothing worse then coming home drunk and smelling your cloths and almost throwing up because of how strong they reek of cigarettes. They will also not allow weed inside, despite allowing cigarettes. The owner is awful--so rude and constantly changes the prices of drinks depending on how you look, one day it'll be 8 dollars, the next it'll be 16 literally. The place only takes cash, and the atm there is super sketchy (as in it is made entirely of plastic and I could rip it open if I wanted it's that old and flimsy. The bathrooms are horrific, I opted to use the 7eleven. Pass on this one. There are plenary of decent spots in Philly.

The opposite of phoniness, the real deal, I have found it at McGlinchey's Bar & Grill, now all I need to do is find the same traits in a woman. When I went to start the night and ordered two shots of tequila the bartender asked if I was old enough to drink. I responded and told him I am much closer to 40 then 21 and he replied, "By God we solved it, the curious case of Benjamin Buttons is alive and well!" Witty banter, two shots of espolon, two beers all coming to $13.75 the only thing to make the experience any better would be if this place had live dancers! As far as the vibe at 5pm on a Saturday I can say it was basically the total opposite of the Rittenhouse crowd which is less then half a mile away. I need to come back here late night as my gut tells me you can strike up some good conversation with the other patrons and not break the wallet.

The hotdogs are to die for. Once they pick them up off the floor and sprinkle some cigarette ash on it you're in for a good time. The bug zapper above the bar is adds extra spice to your beer with the several mosquitos that end up in it after drinking the blood of the several meth addicts that surround the bar. McGlinchey's is a perfect place to bring the family, the atmosphere of despair exceeds any bar in the area!

If more places started serving hot dogs, I'd be a happy camper. Stopped by McGlinchey's to try their hot dogs, as promised. A bartender directed us to sit and someone would help us. We sat, we made conversation, and we interacted with a fun group drinking across from us. A staffer told us she made "a mean hot dog" which made me happy to order two. It was my birthday, so I also got a shot of vodka ($2.85!) which hit me fast. Damn fast - by then, lunch was a distant memory. Fast forward a few commercial breaks, to us with our hot dogs. Mine was magnificent: sauerkraut, relish, onions, ketchup, mustard, all balanced in a bun, for a mere 75 cents. I scarfed it down, then debated a second shot of vodka. My friend enjoyed her dog. Instead of an olive branch, McGlinchey's offered a hot dog. They're as unapolegetically divey as ever, and you can still smoke there, but the more you go here, the more it'll rub off on you. Swing by for cheap drinks and even cheaper eats.

One of the worst bartenders I've ever had. Rudely shook me down for tip money after I ordered one pitcher. I told him I usually wait until the end of my time to tip all at once and he doubled down and said he wanted his money now. I gave him a couple bucks but in hind sight I shouldn't have given him a dime for his terrible service and attitude. What a shame for a place that had a nice interior and bar.

I was looking for an awesome dive bar to grab a drink before a concert in Philly. I found this place by browsing through Yelp, and I must say - it was better than I could have asked for. The diveyest of dives. First off, my boyfriend and I were both able to submit to our devices here. He is a smoker, I am a drinker. Somehow, in this age of no smoking basically everywhere, McGlinchey's still allows smoking. They have a good selection of draught beers for a reasonable prices. The gross bathrooms are super gross and have no locks? I apologize to the gentleman who walked in on me while I was doing my business. At least they have paper towels now, and no more communal towel! We had a blast here. Word to the wise: cash only.

If I were able to score this pit in the negatives I would. Was only there once about 2weeks ago and trust me, there won't be a second. 5 of us were having a great time until the C U Next Tuesday behind the bar ruined the evening. I understand if a patron is sloppy drunk/belligerent/rude/liability n they're cut off, but not randomly WITHOUT reason. Extremely prejudice behavior by the staff behind the bar. Itd b nice to eventually be informed about their decision making process

I already covered the crust, the rust, the occasional bouts of surliness, and the tepid stench radiating from their bathroom. and I could always do without the smoke and just hot dogs. But regardless there's just something about McGlinchey's character that always has me coming back for more. So although I fully acknowledge the extra long laundry list of flaws that will have you needing a cold shower immediately afterwards, I also can't help but give it a five for many reasons. Bottom line is that McGlinchey's is cheap and easy, just like Aaron's Sister* (Someone had to turn the tables away from Jim's sister for a moment). and that fact can make it an epic spot for people watching, especially when there's a game on. It easily has the most eclectic crowd I've ever experienced no matter what the occasion. and side luxuries like one of the best Jukeboxes in Philly, table top Mrs. Pacman, and the cheapest price in town for giant bottles of Rogue can help make the crustiness a little more tolerable. And although it can often be hard to make out on the chalk boards, the beer selection they have is pretty phenomenal. So while Jamie C. review of the Glinch is one very true extreme, there's another side to it. Both extremes may collide frequently throughout the evening, but if anything it add onto the all around story. And what I said about the servers previously still holds true. *After actually meeting Aaron's sister I can attest to her being amazing (and somehow they're related. I kid, I kid.). And that's why the review mention is only in good fun.

Not much to say: it is cheap, dark, and they allow smoking. A group I was with sat at a booth and someone cut their leg on an exposed screw coming out of the red vinyl leather sideboard. McGlinchy's is one of those by-gone era dive bars where things aren't pleasant and sometimes a bit dangerous. Some people like this, but it's not for me. UPDATE: I just went in here the other day and because the door was open, the smoke cleared out pretty well. Our server was drunk and sat down at our table for a moment to rest her legs. Then got up and left.

Total dump complete with miserable, lazy, assholish employees. This place COULD be a charming, gruff throwback, but they CHOOSE to be nasty, unfriendly and unwelcoming to people who aren't their local dirtbag customers. Prices aren't even that cheap anymore and the smoke is overwhelming to non-smokers ... Bathrooms are a complete disgrace ... Do NOT eat the hotdogs (the only 'food' they serve) or over tip. As a matter of fact, if you're a halfway decent person, stay out of McGlinchey's and go to McGillin's. You've been warned.

Went there on Friday after work around 9 PM on 11/8/2018, place wasn't too packed. Sat in the front to the right as soon as you walk in. I knew it was a smoking bar since i had been to the upstairs of this establishment before through a separate entrance. I took out my pack of cigs, placed it on the counter, a dude next to me with his girlfriend asked me for one, so i said cool help yourself. About 3-4 mins in i notice the female bartenders across the bar keep looking back and forth at me, but nobody was even coming near me. Enter black bouncer (cool guy) says "they said you have to leave" i asked why? and he said "i know you didn't do anything but she said you have to leave." I said okay and left. Make up your own conclusion!!!

Beers by Dave, Marie, Brigid, Jo-Ann, Roxy Dave, and Sammy by night .. Beers by Alia by day.. Are always super awesome,, Tip them well or suffer their fury!'

Great, GREAT dive bar. Dark as hell? Check. Bartenders with a sense of humor? Check. Smokier than a barbecue pit? Check. Questionable characters? Check. Fascinating conversations with said characters? Check. Hey, what can possibly go wrong with you wind up meeting two lesbians who decide they're adopting you for the night and are coming to each and every bar with you from then on? (pssst: the answer is "a lot", actually, but that's a story for another time...

A dive's dive. These joints are a dying breed. Enjoy when while you can. Fired in for a quick one on a Sunday and left 3 hours later only because I had to catch a train.

This place used to be a favorite of my friends and I when we'd come in to town and I was happy to bring them to one of my favorite places before I moved out of the city. However, the last two times we stopped by whoever the clown shoes "bouncer" and bitchy gal sitting at the door think they are is beyond me. Turn away a party of 7 because why? Uh, the Sperry's I was wearing? Philly Union hat maybe? Too much attitude for a place that used to be pretty cool and had every type of character you could imagine under one roof. Now pretty much just full of jokers desperately trying to get hooked on their rep of being rude like it's kitsch. Save yourself the trouble and go to Good Dog up the street...billion times better and way better folks running the show.

this review was a joke for the record, this place is the best and i miss it so much. good thing they are keeping the business and we hope to see the doors unlocked someday soon

This is the quintessential Philly dive bar and one of my favorite places in the city. Complete with dollar dogs and ash trays! Smoke 'em if you got 'em, McGlinchey's is one of the few places in Philly that is smoke friendly. I've lit up a cigar or two in this place and no one really seems to care. Replete with the darkest of dark walls from decades of smoke I presume to a graffiti covered bathroom. The 5 second rule is definitely suspended here. The service is fine and beer selection good, a great place for a quick boilermaker or to spend a snowy afternoon making a new friend. It's diviness is forever captured in this book: http://www.amazon.com/The-Regulars-Jonathan-Franzen/dp/1579653928

Decent Dump Brutal Bathroom Not much to report here. The place is truly a dump. However; cheap decent bar food, super cheap beers, and very dark. Everything you want in a dive bar. It fits the bill. If your looking to go out and get drunk on the cheap, you've found your place. Tip: Cash Only and the bathrooms are horrific. I am a fan, but what do I know. I'm a little crazy. Thanks

Holy moly, what a dive bar. This place is the Paddy's Pub you have been waiting for. If you like this scene: 5 stars. If you hate it: 1 star. For all those right in the middle of a beer and trying to wake up the next day with no hangover, 3 stars.

Obnoxiously horrible and rude bar tenders and servers. I'm honestly shocked that anyone gave this place more than 1 star.

I think the term "melting pot of the world" needs to be reapplied from NYC to McGlinchey's. I was led here by a local, and we pulled up a stool at the huge rectangle bar alongside the motliest crew I've ever seen in one place. The aforementioned "surley bartenders" were busting their asses all night getting everyone drinks, no time for BS. My friend knew them, and got our blood pumping with shots of Potcheen, which I found out after is a 90 proof Irish Moonshine. Hellllloooo Drunktown. The best exchange of the night was between the old man bartender and 4 Jersey guys looking for Car Bombs. "No bombs," said the bartender. "Uhhh, okay, how about jager bombs?" "No bombs. Order a drink or get the f*ck out." So the genius douchebag said, "Okay, we'll have 4 shots of Baileys, 4 shots of Jameson, and 4 Guinness." If looks could kill, I swear. The bartender quickly replied, "Don't insult me, get the f*ck out." I left drunk, with a black lung, and a new found appreciation for Philly.

Ohh, Glinch...I can't help but love you. I love you so much I want to take you behind the middle school and get you pregnant. You bring out the inner scuzzball in me, and while I can't say that it's something I need to unleash on a regular basis, it's good to know that when I want to lose a few hours of my life to a cheap whisky buzz and come out smelling like a dirty ashtray, you'll be there for me. I love your surly bartenders who make me feel like an asshole for ordering a drink. I relish the fact that they're also usually drunk while they're working. And the patrons - oh, the patrons! Yes, you'll find your garden-variety hipsters, for sure, but you'll also see some folks who look like they belong in the Mutter Museum. Glinch, you're the bar most likely to force me to practically wet my pants on the ride home rather than risk trying to use your bathroom. Unless I get shanked there during my next visit I'll keep you in my heart forever.

$65 down the tubes at the shit show that is the Erin express and still not drunk? Mc G to the rescue. Didn't even matter that one half of the bartending squad erroneously flagged me as soon as I got there; pot calling the kettle black since said barkeep had difficulty standing, but at least I was never without a half dozen tall boys of ice water because of it. Even though I don't smoke, there is something nostalgically pleasing about folks being able to burn cigarettes inside a bar that made me feel right at home in this place, and so did the dirt cheap beer ($2 yuengling bottles). As the stars tell you, yay, I am a fan.

I take out-of-town friends here when I'm trying to explain what Philly attitude is all about. Don't even think about trying to cluster around a booth when you can't fit all your friends in. Don't even think about swinging your bar stools around and putting your back to the bartender. Don't even think about breathing, now that this bar is one of the few public smoking bars in the city the smoke cloud has only gotten thicker. But if you want a cheap beer (and maybe a hot dog) and you don't mind a little salty service, or just want to pay a visit to one of Philly's classic dives (I like to throw it in as #2 on my Center City dive tour), this is your place.

I am relatively certain that this place took a couple of years off my life--and I mean that in the most endearing way possible! A friend and I came here very late at night, when virtually nothing else was open and we hadn't quite satisfied our alcoholic tendencies. Spoiler Alert: this bar is a total dive! Big surprise, I know. We ordered the cheapest pitcher on the menu. I'm not even sure what we ended up getting, but it was dirt cheap (and also tasted like dirt). Still, it helped us wax nostalgic about our undergraduate days and it was a roaring good time. If you enjoy smelling like a brothel, getting totally hammered, and making poor decisions, this is the place for you. Is it wrong that I'm this excited to go back?

This place was great back in college in 2005. I recently came back with some professionals for a visit. As of recently there is a bartender who was working on a Saturday who was impaired (hard drugs or mental health issues) and unable to accommodate customers. She had some odd behaviors to begin with and then it just became worse. Her colleague the shorter of the two was covering for her but it was impossible to correct the discrepancies of awkward ambience set by the impaired bartender. She was off from the beginning when I asked her for Tito's she said rudely said they don't have that. Then she kept walking past me but ignored me. I wasn't able to even speak out a drink order because she ignored me so there was no way she could have assessed my intoxication level (which was not an issue to begin with because I only had one drink in an hour as I was ignored) I've read other reviews saying the same things- the bartender was unresponsive and then aggressively flipped out on customers when they try to order a drink. She is mentally ill and untreated or high. She was the taller of the two. I'd say hire someone who maybe can serve your customers? She's unfit for customer interactions. Thanks!

Dive is an understatement. I guess I can see why other people love this place, and everyone pretty much agrees on the dark, smokey, cheap, smelliness of it. But it just ain't for me. I came here on a Thursday night with 3 friends, and they wouldn't serve 2 of us at the bar because the other 2 were sitting at the Ms. Pacman table (the only cool thing in the place). The waitress was kinda rude when she finally took our order. I chugged my miller lite as fast as possible to get out of there since my eyes were watering from the smoke. Cheap, yes. But then again, 75 cent hotdogs kind of skieve me out.

I love this place. CHEAP! The food is great too! Nice and greasy. I had thought Philly banned smoking from food establishments but this place is one of the few that does not honor it. I love that seedy dive bar feel and atmosphere! I seriously do like this place!!! If you want friendly chatter and an atmosphere. Don't come here. You are coming to a "dive" bar. Come with that in mind and you are GOLDEN! I think this is my favorite DIVE bar nationwide!!! I gave it one less star only because I end up feeling sick afterwards! Drunk and full with grease! So I guess I should give them that star back? Hmmm...I will come back to update my rating. Maybe they will get that star! muhahahaha

I wanted to make the 100th a good one, and I cannot believe that I have never review the glinch. I can only try to do it justice through the hazy gaze of my sly fox soaked brain. Most of my friends have always been older than me, and if you have read any of my previous reviews, you know that I started frequenting some of the grosser bars in Philadelphia when I was just a baby (Actually! see reivew for Pub & Kitchen). However, McGlincheys was where I really learned how to drink. I used to come here after work at 6 and stay until last call at 2 am, never spending more than 20 dollars on all the lager and hot dogs my stomach could handle. I loved the dirty boys, the mean waitresses, the smoke, and of course, the jukebox. I loved the feeling of getting away with something that obviously I shouldn't be doing. I loved it all. We always had the same waitress, Bernadette, who is no longer with the team. She was mean and crazy, but we loved her. I mean, she brought us lager and hot dogs, and cleared our ashtrays after just about each butt went out. We never put up a fuss, so she was always civil to us, although I have seen some crazy action from the waitresses there. Which brings me to the next reason that I love McGlinchey's. For me, it is a family institution. My 96 year old Grandmother used to come here for drinks when she was teaching at UArts (PCA when she was teaching) with my grandfather and their friends (she says it wasn't as divey or smokey back then, I say Embrace it, Grandma). My parents used to come here when they were young advertisers living at the Sprucemont (based on my parents stories, apparently the glinch is a little more tame now than it was in the early to mid 80s, but then again what isn't?). I used to drink here underage, play radiohead song after radiohead song on the jukebox and long to be the girlfriend of one of the smelly, bearded boys at the bar with calf tattoos and ratty messenger bags. AND NOW, for the shiny glory of the Fox/Weiner family, my sister works here. That's right folks, A Fox at the Glinch. Last night when I brought two buddies from the burbs here (one is moving out west and wants to hit all of the Philly landmarks), my sister waited on us. And we could smoke. And radiohead was on the jukebox. I was wearing a new KJL tiger crystal bracelet, and I felt like a lady, so I refrained from eating a hot dog. And instead of yuengling, we were drinking sly fox because now we are adults. And sometimes adults go out on school nights and drink too much beer and smoke too many cigarettes and listen to too much radiohead. But aside from being able to eat dessert for dinner, that's really the best part about growing up, isn't it? TTFN.

On Wednesday April 4th I stopped into McGlinchey's after a work function where Europeans were playing table tennis with such finesse and ferocity that is was equal parts horrifying & hilarious. That is when I embarked upon what was probably the best, and most needed, chili dog I've ever had in my life. I ate the chili that fell off the hotdogs with my bare hands and felt no remorse.

I was in Philly for no more than 36 hours recently, with a lot of sitting around to do. I'm not much of a sightseer, so none of that stuff appealed to me (I've heard there's a bell or something), I was just looking for a comfortable bar where I could drink for cheap and not be judged for day-drinking alone. I really struck gold with this place. There are few bars like these left anymore, at least in major cities. Good music, good clientele, good selection of drinks for good prices, and thank fuck for any bar you can still smoke in. The bathroom is hilariously grim, seems to be a running joke among the regulars. Fine for pissing, but I imagine the situation would become altogether bleaker should you (or anybody else) be occupying the open-plan stall/urinal for browner reasons. The bartender Nina was lovely, had a nice chat with her about John Waters (who apparently used to frequent the place). I live in Los Angeles and am never able to get that kind of conversation in the bars here, so go figure. Everyone was friendly and talkative, perfect for a lone stumblebum like myself. Ignore all the negative reviews on here, they seem to have been expecting something else entirely. I'll definitely be back next time I'm in Philly.

McGlinchey's is the type of dive bar you seen in a movie and think to yourself "I really wish I could be there right now". It's dark, smokey, has a big round bar, and an extremely diverse crowd. You walk in and immediately feel like you've been there before, which can either be comforting or played-out depending on your opinion. There are several reasons why I dig this place: 1. The beer is super cheap. You can get a 12oz bottle of Chimay Grande Reserve for $5 (hell yeah :D), and I believe that Miller High Lifes are only like $2. 2. It's one of the only bars, if not the only one, that has given a big "fuck you" to the smoking ban. It's nice for smokers, but it can get a bit intense on the weekends. I've walked out of there with teary eyes from the smoke but hey, i'll take red eyes for the privilege to smoke and drink in the same area. 3. THE MS. PACMAN TABLE. Seriously, how much better can it get? My best friends and I love having tournaments while getting shitty. It's the BEST. Now, for the bad. As much as I like this place, I was seriously tempted to give it 3 stars because 90% of the staff is mean, rude, and slow. Seriously, I've never wanted to slap a restaurant employee more than I have there and that's saying a lot because I've worked and grown up in the restaurant industry my whole life. I had an incident there last weekend when I went up to get a round of drinks for my friends and I and this is what happened when I asked the bartender for them: Me - I'd like two Chimay's and a Boddington's please Bartender - Are you sitting at the bar? Me - No, we're at the Pacman table Bartender - Then you can wait for the server to take your order Me - What the hell, are you serious? Bartender - Yup Me - You realize you're losing money on this because I would tip you, right? (but he didnt hear this because he was already walking away) Oh, and just in case your curious, it was the tall and old bartender. Avoid him like the plague. Despite that, I keep coming back to the place because it really is just the epitome of what you could ask for in a Dive. Asshole employees and all.

After a serious case of jet lag I finally ventured out into the big bad world and hopped on a bus into Philly. I was told about this place by a fellow irish person in another bar. And after being to four irish bars since I've been here, this was the fifth and defo the most authentic. It was small, dark, smokey (though smoking is now banned back home) and the music was sweet. I don't smoke myself but there's something about a smokey bar that just feels right. The guy behind the bar whos name I forget was too cool, chatting about Philly, philosophy (to which I just smiled and nodded) and other weird stuff. Beer was cheap as hell and I got to enjoy it while listening to Creedence and Soundgarden. Honestly, what more do you want. Bathroom is fine. Compared to back home it was sparkling. In fact I think that whole dirty bathroom thing is just for show. You won't die people, it's just a bathroom.

I've been here twice. I don't think I'll make it a third. The first time didn't seem too bad. I wasn't impressed at all, but I also didn't hate it. It was just a place to drink, so whatever. But then I went back, and it was terrible. First of all, they are not following the "no smoking" LAW. If you're a smoker that might be good for you, but it definitely sucks for me. Second, the waitress sucked. After ordering our beers we asked for a menu (it was after 8:00 and none of us had eaten dinner). She slammed down one of our beers, mumbled "hot dog, hot sausage, chili. THAT'S my menu" and stormed off. Guess what? Some people can pull of the "jerky server adding to the bar atmosphere" thing. Unfortunately, this person was just unpleasant, not quirky. It was awful. We drank our beers and promptly left for a much better bar across the street, Good Dog. Skip this bar and go there.

This is one of the few spots that does not frown upon smoking cigars. Definetly a dive but everyone was cool and the drink prices are super cheap. Very dark inside and not much for appearance thus no picture necessay. Our bartender was a drag queen named Pretty Girl and provided awesome service.

I walked into McGlinchey's with my friend and asked the bartender, a thin blonde woman, for two beers. The bartender said "do you have a spot at the bar?" I replied with no, because every spot was taken. She then gave me a dirty look and said "I'm not serving you until you find a spot. So you'll have to wait until somebody leaves" I did not know that, on a Saturday night, you must have a seat at the bar to be treated like a human being. I will never be back to this place. P.S......it's an absolute dump inside. the 30 seconds I spent in there I left smelling like an ashtray.