Jamison’s On West Liberty

I must have been here on an «off» night given the reviews. Went with a friend for free wing night and left pretty underwhelmed.
The (very young) bartender let our beers go empty multiple times without asking for a refill. Poor attitude in general from the bartender. The wings were good enough but lacked sauce most of the time. My friend went for a third order of wings at 7:45 and was told he would be charged for them. Oddly enough, the bartenders friends who sat next to us wasn’t charged. I was relieved when the shift changed as I was hoping her replacement would be better but he was no better. He looked like he just got off a three-​day drug binge.
I won’t be back.

We had the basi burgers. They were «finding money in an old coat, last slice of pie, getting all the green lights» good. It’s a smaller bar, but the quality of food and service is excellent. The owner is a foodie, but not pretentious, very nice and welcoming. We intend to bring many friends here.

Overall great atmosphere and customer service. The bartenders are pro’s at making drinks very quickly and effectively. On top of that, they’re personable and friendly. The DJ was a super nice guy as well.

The food was exceptional! I loved the burger loved the Pirogies, the deep-​fried pickles I can’t say enough about. Went to Jamison’s with my daughter for a quick burger, So glad I did, the owner was wonderful, she was friendly and attentive and served me one of the best burgers I’ve had in a long time.

yum yum… and yum
great specials, food, and nice people
GET THE BACON ;)

This is a great little bar with reasonable drink prices and amazing food! I seriously would go back just for the food. They played great music and the bartenders and atmosphere was on point!

Jamison’s is everything that you would hope for in a great local bar! Ownership and Staff are excellent. Really good beer selection and food. Has all of the best qualities of a ‘Dive’ bar and none of the negatives. I highly recommend it to anyone that just wants to have a good time.

I’m reviewing on the fact that I only go to Jamison’s on Saturday nights, with my friends because we love the late 90’s/early 2000’s music DJ. and the bartenders are good, and drinks are strong. Everything you want in a neighborhood bar! Haven’t had any food, but I hear pretty good things.

I’ve been here a few times to meet up with friends for drinks. 16 taps of decent craft beers at moderate prices, good service and pleasant crowd. St Pat’s Party this year brought me in originally and the great experience each time brings me back. I went this past Tuesday for Free Wing night and saw a different side of Jamison’s. It wasn’t overly busy, which for free wings surprised me, and seemed very laid back. I met up with a friend there and after a few tweets more showed up. This is the the kind of place I can go to kick back and watch a game and chill and then come back on the weekend and turn it up a notch.
Now for the food. Most bars on free wing night tend to downgrade the quality of wings or don’t put much effort into it. Not here. Hearty wings and cooked perfect. The deal is you get 5 free wings for your first drink, 5 free for your second drink, and then $.35 each after that. You can easily come out spending less than $ 20 and I wasn’t buying macro beers either. Come with friends and you can have all of the flavors. I had Chipotle BBQ which was sweet and backed more heat than their hottest wing, Garlic Parm which was well balanced on the garlic and parm, Buffalo Ranch could have used a little more sauce but I like my ranch wings sloppy.
Overall this is a gem in Dormont you seriously need to consider and I can’t thank my friend enough for turning me on to them. they get 5 stars not for one thing but bringing enjoyment at everything. I’ve also seen the intense bacon menu they bring and one table ordered burgers that looked immense. I’m ready to go back now!

Nice looking place. Staff is friendly enough.
I won’t be eating here however. As a chef myself I know what food storage containers look like. When the bar tender left the bar, to clean the ladies bath room with a cambro from the kitchen with soapy water in it I wanted to throw up. Not only did the lady serving drinks to me go to scrub the ladies toilet but she used food storage container as a bucket. Totally gross. Won’t be back here ever.

The bacon Mac and cheese is ridiculous. The bartenders are always attentive and they have a great beer selection.

«…good times» may be Jamison’s slogan, but they’re also about good, good food, and as a non-​drinker, unless a bar has food, I ain’t interested.
Jamison’s has been around too long for me to remember when they came about yet I didn’t know that dinner could be had here despite zipping past it a thousand times over the years, often forgetting it existed. Last night, after a quirk in our schedules caused us to meet unexpectedly on the way home, Kay and I decided to give this low-​key bar & grill a shot.
Jamison’s describes their signature Bacon Stix as «life changing,» and while I might not concur completely, they were amply tasty. Drizzled with an inky balsamic glaze, each «stick» (2 to an order) is merely a prodigiously thick cut of fatty, salty bacon that makes ye want to lift pints after eatin’ ‘em. Bacon Stix can be had on pizza, burgers, and assorted sandwiches, and man, does Jamison’s worship bacon.
Dumbbells, our second appetizer, are morsels of chicken breast wrapped in bacon (what else?) and skewered with a toothpick to make them look like weight-​room equipment. The lard and salt of the bacon were successfully imparted into each chunk of poultry, which we dipped into a cupful of ranch dressing for maximum enjoyment.
As hip-​hop, classic rock, pop, and honky-​tonk tunes wafted through the gloomy, sedate environs, I challenged Steak Mountain. A 12 ounce New York Strip steak (I always have my steaks and burgers cooked medium-​rare) atop a pile of beer-​battered fries, mozzarella, and gravy, Steak Mountain is a test of wills.
The Canadians call it «poutine» and use cheese curds. Us yanks use mozzarella with that gravy and those spuds and call them «disco fries.» Regardless, this was a diner-​worthy dinner, the gravy savory, the fries crisp, the cheese oozing and stretching, that slab of succulent, charred beef with rose-​colored insides bleeding like Abdullah The Butcher.
Also munched on prior to the main event was a Wedge Salad featuring bacon bits (again with the bacon!), diced tomatoes, blue cheese, a vinaigrette, and the rest of that ranch dressing I didn’t use. Iceberg lettuce tends to get a bad rap from foodies for reasons I don’t understand (too commonplace?), but I like having a salad like this every so often. The lettuce was fresh and crisp, the plating was as ornate as an ice cream sundae, and the delectable garnishes did more than decorate.
The service was capable, and the clientele was well-​behaved. I could see myself eating here regularly without worrying about getting a stool broken over my back. A rowdy dive bar this isn’t. Rather, it’s a comfortable, quiet neighborhood watering hole where people go to escape from toxic co-​workers and a day’s worth of on-​the-​clock bullshit.