Penn Tavern

There are dive bars. There are dumpy dive bars. And, then there are hell holes.
Penn Tavern sits at the borderline between the last two, as well as on a dark strip of West Bridge Street in Morrisville, Pa. The evening I was there the crowd was sparse with no more than 6 people on stools around the worn out bar. The friendly/​attractive bartender was just back from surgery and was obviously uncomfortable moving around. The folks on one side of me were in a conversation laced with F-​bombs. The person on the other side was singing along with the music coming from the jukebox in the basement (I was amazed she could hear it).
The floor was in need of reinforcement, as only the underflooring was visible behind the bar. The draft beer handles were all off to one side at the edge of the bar zone, attached to the freezer where the kegs were housed. It had been a very long time since I saw a set up like that. All the pulls looked to be domestic. My Yuengling mug was only $ 2, and I read elsewhere that a $.75 draft was available.
I needed a place to spend an hour while waiting for a local class to let out, and Penn Tavern was the next on the list for a visit. Compared to the other neighborhood drinking halls, this is at the bottom of the (beer) barrel.

This place is full of people that think they are good at darts, when in reality they all suck. Cheap beer and cheap women. Beware of the bearded child in the last booth he is always stirring things up.

Love this bar! Under the definition of «Dive Bar» in the dictionary, there should be a picture of the Penn Tavern. Soooooooooo many characters in this bar. Some of them are flat out crazy. Seriously, it’s as if they escaped an institution and wanted to take a break from running, so decided to stop in for a 75 cent beer.
The food is actually really good too, oddly enough. Awesome bartenders as well.
A night at the Penn is always a night you’ll remember.

This place is a true dive bar. A kind of anything goes sort of moral is in the atmosphere. You don’t have to worry about offending any of the patrons when the loud whiskey banter you make speak from time to time occurs. Great place to drink until you fall off your bar stool. This is strictly a get shit hammered type of establishment. They have pool tables and other stuff in the basement if you like that sort of thing. I don’t it distracts my indulgence and takes time a way from my drinking…