Kevin S.
Yelp
Roach's was a staple when I was at Haverford in the early 80s. Excellent sandwiches if you like grease, but grease in a good way. One of those places you could go after drinking for a while in a dorm to get a cheesesteak to help keep the beer down, then decide to have a few more beers because you were there. And so were all of your friends. And some old guys over there. All of the beer was served in "shells". At that time, all regular beers were $0.25/shell, but "premium" beers were $0.35, and you knew they were "premium" if they started with Sch (Schlitz, Schmitz, Schaefer).
The strangest and most amazing things about Roach's were the back door on the side that was marked for women, so they wouldn't be seen entering from the street. And the electric chair. A real, freaking, honest-to-dog electric chair from one of Pennsylvania's prisons. One of the patrons was said to have acquired it and brought it there when his wife threatened to leave him if he didn't get rid of it. He must have liked her. It sat right next to the bowling machine, sort of centered in the bar and the barman liked to say how 21 or 22 guys had been fried in it. So strange. A bit of a mood killer or mood accelerator, in a weird way, depending on how things were going. Like where else do you walk into a room with an electric chair and walk out alive?
I've been back once or twice since. Electric chair was gone, but I think the beer I slopped onto the floor the last time was still there under the table, because my shoes still stuck to the linoleum. Some things never change and some things never should. No trip to the Main Line should end without a late night at Roach's. Put your wallet in your front pocket, though.