The Improper Bostonian

If you don’t enjoy Happy Hour at the Improper it is for one or more of the following reasons:
1. you’re officially old
2. you’re officially no fun
3. you’re officially a snob
Jim Plunkett at the Improper is one of the funniest experiences of your life. Sing, dance, and drink along to old and new songs that everybody knows. If you don’t leave here with oblique pains from laughing so hard, see above.

I came in with a group or girls on a Saturday afternoon to celebrate my soon to be sister in law’s bachelorette. This place is a seriously good time. You can expect a $ 6 cover during this timeframe. The regular DJ music as well as the live performance were fantastic and kept us on the dance floor the entire time. I also love that there was a huge age range of people there. The bartenders were really efficient. Despite how crowded the bar was, I never had to wait more than a few minutes for a beer. The beer tub also made for quick access to Bud Light. This bar is an overall good time. It is definitely no frills and you can expect some sticky floors.

Saturday night was a blast. Felt like the old Improper. And I can’t believe I’m saying this but the food was awesome. The ahi tuna sliders were ridiculous. Can’t wait to go back later in the summer.

Great bar food. Really hits the spot with a beer on the deck in the sun!!! Wonderful afternoon with friends!!! Had the wings, sliders and tomato mozz!

Awesome wings! Great combo with the cheap drinks that keep flowing. Especially nice after a night on the cape.

Great tasting food
The sliders and the Tijuana chicken are a must!!!

I love the Improper Bostonian! I’ve been coming here for the past 5 years as a regular every Saturday! If you want to have a good time with good company, drinks, sing a longs and amazing people watching you’re in the right spot! Plunkett happy hours is where it’s at!

Went down to the Improper Bostonian while on vacation looking for a place with a younger crowd (mid-20’s to early 30’s) where we could have some drinks and dance. After looking at Unilocal reviews and the website, it seemed like this was the place to go. Turns out we were very wrong.
Right off the bat, a drunk, off duty bouncer told me to «come back tomorrow if I want to get choked out» on the way in while he tried hitting on my girlfriend.
Warm beer in cans, plastic cups, cash only.
Lackluster crowd desperately trying to seem relevant. If only they knew there were so many better bars in the area.
The band was good though. That was about the highlight of the experience. Will not be returning.
Did not go back to get choked out, but if I do I’ll update my review.

Where am I???
A barn? A high school dance? A dive bar? A wedding? A white trash party? A lock and key event?
Like can I just take a picture to explain the awkwardly gender divided room?
This is the worst bar I’ve ever seen. Everyone here looks twelve and desperate.
Best part? Warm, four dollar beer… in a can.
Bye.

I have a feeling I’ll be updating this review, bcs there is no way in hell a bar could have such good reviews if what I experienced was the norm. I think they’re under construction or something.
My coworkers told me the Improper Bostonian is the «college bar» of the Cape. The website looked cool (although WTF is up with websites that don’t post hours clearly on the home page?) so I decided to check it out saturday.
IB is an old barn-​turned-​bar, and it has a decent location, right off 28 in Dennisport. There are lots of old boats in and about the place, which I like. There is ample parking in both the front and the back, although I bet a lot of people get boxed in when the place gets crowded. There was no cover (thank god, bcs in retrospect I would have been pissed), but a bouncer was standing awkwardly outside. He didn’t ask to see my license, he just sort of stood in my way until I confirmed that’s what he wanted. Maybe he was trying for the whole «strong and silent» type.
I was directed downstairs to the «bar,» and this is where I discovered what can only be described as a fraternity basement party. There was one guy serving drinks… nothing on tap, just cans and mixed drinks. I ordered a can of corona… FIVE DOLLARS. What the fucking fuck. I handed him my card and asked to open a tab… NO CREDIT CARDS. AT A BAR. Guys, I have no place to put this mentally. I can accept stores or even some restaurants that might not take credit cards. But a bar??? seriously??? I asked where the ATM is, and he tells me the ⁷⁄₁₁ down the street, bcs the one here is broken. Thank god my friend had some cash on him, bcs otherwise I would have walked out and wouldn’t be able to review the rest of this amazing experience.
Chatting w the bartender (who was very nice), I learned that there is construction or something going on upstairs, and this is why we couldn’t go up there. Sure enough, when I snuck up, there were a bunch of dudes clearing debris. Again, this is the kind of update you put on your website, guys. There is also a weird little hot dog place upstairs. No vegetarian options.
Back down to the bar! The DJ was spinning the latest tracks, including «Drop it like it’s hot» (2004) and «Up in here» (1999). Combined with the dance floor of awkward white people, and I felt like I was at a wedding circa 2006. Let’s see: yep, we got the two girls booty dancing with each other, with one playing the other’s ass like bongos. And here we have the girl in a long skirt belly-​dancing by herself in the corner. And there is the dude in the hawaiian shirt who’s just flailing like crazy in the middle of the dance floor. And finally, a nice smattering of girls sort of awkwardly stepping side to side and singing the lyrics really loudly, while a bunch of guys awkwardly try to creep on them. Hell, you know what? A wedding would have been better, bcs at least there you’d get the crazy drunk grandma cutting up the floor.
The band was Roots Collider. I hesitate to review them bcs I am very musically ignorant and don’t feel I have the right to criticize anyone who can play an instrument. So I’ll just say they sounded like most unsigned bands that describe themselves as «Funktronic Electro Dub Rock.» However, they’re from Rochester, NY and that’s my home town. So they get points there.
The best part of the evening was when I noticed that someone had left untouched drinks on the bar for the better part of an hour, so I stole them. I feel kind of bad, bcs those drinks probably cost $ 15 a pop, but at least it gave me something to do in what was otherwise a dull and unsatisfying night out.
I put on fucking high heels for you, Improper Bostonian. Next time (bcs I will try again, maybe when summer picks up more), you better show me a good time.

The Improper Bostonian is a sweet spot! Live music, cold beers & cool people. Loads of cool stuff going on, no matter what your flavor is!

Stumbled in here a few weeks ago after a good day at the beach. Got in around 5PM and the rest is history — it’s SO FUN. If you’re in the area you must go. Only issue was we had a little too much fun and it put us out of commission around 10pm, but hey — worth it! Bud lights in a bathtub, great music, dancing, daylight. It’s perfect.
Cash only!

I don’t think I’ve had more fun on the Cape than at Jim Plunkett over Fourth of July weekend. Fun times – just be sure to wear shoes and clothes that you don’t mind ruining when beer cans start to spray.
I wouldn’t change a thing, though!

I spent my entire summer at the Improper 2 years ago and it was the best summer of my life. Live music, a dance floor, a dj, generous amounts of alcohol, and the most fun (and sweaty) Happy Hour I’ve been to!
To this day it’s my go-​to spot when i’m in Dennisport. But I get the evening started a little earlier since they need to close down early.
My only issue, aside from them closing down early, is paying the cover. I understand it but I don’t like it.

We tried to go here last night. Some stupid lady who lives next door complained about noise and now the bar has to shut down at 10:00.
Why would you move next to a bar? Yeah it should make the value of your house lower but that should affect the closing time of the bar.
I hate america sometimes.

This place makes me feel old when a glance around should really just make me feel very, very good about myself and my choices in life.
First of all, there is usually a cover charge. I hate paying cover charges. Especially for cover bands. But the cover band is synonymous with Cape Cod nightlife so goodbye $ 5 – 10.
Secondly, there is a $ 20 minimum to use your card. I know this shouldn’t be tough to do even with their cheap drinks, but what an annoyance! Bring cash.
Now on to the experience…
The bar is divided into two floors. Upstairs has a barn kind of feel, downstairs feels like someone’s basement. Neither are very inviting if you are not: a) drunk, b) a lover of 80’s/90’s cover bands and/​or c) looking to be surrounded by either of the former.
Even on slower nights, the bartenders are busy enough shuffling around on their own agendas behind the bar that they will ignore you for a few minutes. Slug down a few reasonably-​priced drinks if you haven’t already (before entering the bar). I also suggest getting really good at not breaking the seal. The bathrooms here are atrocious. The bathroom door not only lacked a lock, but only came up to my neck. What fun having to hold the door in place with my head while I hovered holding my drink, phone and purse in that tiny stall. Ick.
The music upstairs precludes any casual conversation with friends. Prepare to yell. A lot. At least the Improper makes no pretension about being a «kick back with friends» type of place. Oh no. This is a «pound your drinks and scream along to the music» type of place.
Downstairs we happened upon a very depressing open-​mic night. It may not have been so bad if the room wasn’t so akin to a dungeon. Concrete, metal and dark colors abound. Work with that shizz! The whole high school band practice in a basement thing sprung to mind. A solitary guy sang to no audience until my friends took over and a few others trickled in. So glad we paid a cover to provide the entertainment.
The Improper would be a grand destination if I were 19 or 20, single and had developed an affinity for average cover bands. oh! and was already trashed when entering. As a 26 year old, not so much.