Katie L.
Yelp
Take a moment to read this excerpt, taken from the website, www.worthenhousecafe.com.
Welcome to The Worthen House, established in 1898 and serving as a tavern ever since. The building, a traditional mid-nineteenth century vernacular survivor from Lowell's Mill City development, was built in 1834. Much of our present interior remains, most notably the belt-linked fan system, which is the only existing set in its original building in the country. The pressed tin ceiling and the late nineteenth century bar along with the intricate woodwork behind the bar, are all from the building's transformation into the Worthen House in 1898. A few notable patrons are said to have included Edgar Allan Poe, Jack Kerouac, and Jimmy Breslin. In 1989, "Lowell's Oldest," which is on the National Register of Historic Places and located in the heart of the National Historical Park, was restored.
Sounds pretty neat, right? In its own way, it is. The old fan system, the hidden liquor storage in the wall, the tin ceiling. I guess The Worthen could be compared to old bars and pubs in Downtown Boston, the Chart House on Long Wharf or the Union Oyster House. A boston girl at heart, I have to admit that the Worthen is very different than the historic Boston bar scene.
Granted, having been to the Worthen a total of, I don't know, like 2 or 3 times, I still have to digest it some more. From what I gather, people in Dracut, Lowell and the surrounding area seem to think that the Worthen is some God-like place. Then again, I'm a net promoter for all things Boston. True, it is in the center of Lowell, down the street from City Hall, surrounded by other historic establishments, all of different measure. But, the thing that most intrigues me about the Worthen is the night life.
When you enter the Worthen, yes, you are taking a step back in time which is pretty freaking cool. Then after you have taken a look around and have grabbed a beer, you head up the narrow staircase (remember, this place is old) to where the local bands are playing, pay the $5 cover to the guy who looks like Belushi's Samurai and discover that there is yet another bar on location (score). Because really, who wants to walk down that flight of stairs to keep getting more beer? It will then only be a matter of time before you fall down the narrow staircase giving yourself a broken arm, cracked collar bone, various bumps and bruises and not to mention a wicked headache.
My last trip to the Worthen was interesting. It was right after Christmas and just before New Years. If there ever was a motley crew, the Worthen crowd would be it. College students home for the holiday break, meeting up with friends over a few beers and feeding off everyones gossip. Of course, this includes jocks (cause everyone loves to hate jocks) decked in Abercrombie and girly girls with Uggs (again, everyone loves to hate em). Druggies and stoners who have coke and God knows what else, practically written on their face. Ozzy-obsessed rockers who have seen better days or have yet to see a better day, are chumming up to the house band players because they think they are something special and it is the closest they will ever get to being a groupie. Artsy, troubled individuals who are still trying to find themselves and exude the "I am so bored I could totally be doing something else right now" attitude. Or, the artsy individual swimming in patchulli with their greasy dreads pulled back into a big greasy dread ball on the top of their heads who are jamming out to the music but find themselves moving in slow motion because at every second of the day they are totally tuned in with Mother Earth. Skater boys with army caps and interesting tattoos, chilling back with a Pabst who are probably really good in bed. Girls stuck in the 80s and guys stuck in the 90s, but with a weird 2007 flair to them. And finally, the average schmoes with a decent job, moving up in their lives but yet are hanging on to what their earlier years had supplied them with.
The girly girls are eyeing the skater boys who could give two shits about their Uggs and have no problem admitting the fact that these girls are worthless to them and the girls are wondering why they are being ignored. The jocks are talking sports and eyeing the girly girls and the druggies are keeping a close eye on the bathroom. The rockers are eyeing the schmoes, secretly looking for a way out and another beer. The artsy troubled guy in the dark trench coat is still trying to figure out where else he wants to be and the average shmoes are realizing that maybe they should be at a different bar. For a $5 cover, this was some serious entertainment.
All in all, the Worthen has its charms and not so charming people. It will require a few more trips to see what it's all about. It's no LIR, but hey, it beats O'Hara's any day.