The Irish Pol

MANUARY

2010-01-13T23:58:00.003-05:00

Drink Beer.  Grow A Mustache.  Raise Money.  Win Prizes.

Raising awareness and money for prostate cancer.

Contestants must grow only a mustache (corner to corner) for
the entire month of January and get others to sponsor them.

The beauty and simplicity of this fundraiser is that people
notice the mustache (that the participants to not normally
have) and approach them with "what is with the mustache?" That
is the opening to promote awareness of prostate cancer and ask
for donations.

Prizes for best 'stache and the most $$$ raised.

Prizes include...
- Personal tours of Yards Brewing Company
- Haircut and Shave from East End Salon
- Men's gift box from Lush Cosmetics

Mustache Finals Party on Jan. 31st at 8pm

Fundraiser benefits Prostate Health International

PAUL BUNYAN NIGHT

2009-11-22T20:32:00.002-05:00

Why? Does it really matter? I mean, sure, somewhere back in time, something planted a mental seed that is the reason why, but do you really need to hear the long drawn out story? Historians will debate the origin of this night until the end of time. Nevertheless, on Wednesday, December 9th, we are gonna have a lot of damn fun!

Come and drink like a giant mythological lumberjack! Hell, bring your ox, too.

Basically, if you come dressed like Paul Bunyan, you will enjoy:

BIG beers!
GIGANITIC flapjacks!! (pancakes to you people)
HUGE specials!!!
LARGEST selection of beers on tap in Philly!!!!

And, due to the overwhelming amount of flannel in the room, the music for the night will obviously be grunge.

Oh...best part...our mascot, Pickles Suburban, just might dress up as Babe the Ox!!! In fact, message him some love on facebook to help persuade him.
http://www.facebook.com/#/pages/Pickles-Suburban/115015336625?ref=ts

PAUL BUNYAN NIGHT
Why? For the hell of it.
It's gonna be HUGE!

The Irish Pol
45 South 3rd Street
Philadelphia, PA 19106
www.theirishpol.com
267-761-9532

BOOBIE BINGO

2009-09-23T11:37:00.004-04:00

Beers...check. Balls...check. Big boobs...check.

What is 10 times more fun to do at a bar than Quizzo?
BOOBIE BINGO!!!

Any Monday night, if you happen to stroll by The Irish Pol and glance inside, the first thing you notice (and can't avoid) is the cleavage overload on the big screen TV. Your mind starts to wander..."this seems like what TV was made for." Anyway, I digress.

Seriously, who doesn't like boobs!?!? Boobie Bingo was born. Next step, to find the right girl with the "personalities" and right personality to keep it fun. Enter "Stephy The Bobo" (stage name...obviously.)

The concept is simple. It's bingo with a few improvements. The bingo caller (with great rack) sits at the end of the bar wearing just a sexy bra with a live video camera zoomed in on her love pillows. She pulls a random bingo ball from the boob box (cardboard box covered with a collage of hooters) and gently places it in her cleavage so it is visible to the players on big screen. This process continues until someone gets bingo (a line with 5 numbers in a vertical, horizontal, or diagonal row.)

Other notable changes: If the hostess calls "O-69," it is a social (drink people!) Instead of yelling "Bingo," the player screams "BOOBIES!!!"

The winner gets a beer and/or free swag (t-shirts, hats, key chains, etc...whatever the breweries donate.) I am working on getting a Milk Stout to put on tap to be sold at a discount during Boobie Bingo, and once it really gets up and running, we will be having nights where we will charge for each bingo card (right now it is 100% free to play) and the proceeds will ALL go to a breast cancer awareness charity that has not yet been determined.

Oh...forgot one of the best parts...the bingo caller, changes her bra, or sexy outfit that pours cleavage, at the end of every round!!!

Guests bingo callers will soon be implemented. If you are interested, or know anyone who is perfect for it, contact us immediately.

BOOBIE BINGO
EVERY Monday night
8-10pm
The Irish Pol
45 S. 3rd Street
Philadelphia, PA 19106
267-761-9532
www.theirishpol.com

PLANT YOUR ASS AT THE POL ALL EAGLES SEASON!!!

2009-07-29T18:02:00.003-04:00

I may be wrong, but my observations over the years have me believe that Eagles fans' routines are somewhat predictable...especially when it comes to what they do for away games and home games (when, God forbid, they do NOT have tickets.) Most are loyal to either a dedicated house party or a neighborhood bar...closest to home seems to work best obvious reasons.

This is just a blog to plant a seed...for a better tree...another option...one we think would be so obviously beneficial.

First of all, The Irish Pol is everything great about a neighboorhood bar....the people, the unpretentious ambiance, the welcoming atmosphere, the cheap prices, the awesome TV's, the great food, the friendly staff, etc. Secondly, when deciding where to watch an Eagles game, take into consideration that it is never overwhelmingly crowded. So, you will get a seat, and get great service. No douchebags in your way or being obnoxious. Fans of the opposing team are allowed in (except Cowboys fans) but they are NOT allowed to cheer or boo. The crowd is true fans...here to enjoy everything about the game, not just looking for a reason to drink. No fairweather fans jumping on the bandwagon. In fact, to attest to the fact that The Irish Pol is a legitamate place to watch Eagles games, Swoop even voluntarily comes in for away games! (See photographic proof or ask him personally.)

Now, add to the fact that The Irish Pol has the absolute CHEAPEST prices in Olde City and the MOST taps in the entire city of Philadelphia!!! 40 craft beers on tap! In fact, no one even comes close! Plus, during Eagles games, Lagers are only $2 and hot dogs are $1.

Honestly, considering ALL of the above, all I can really say is...BEAT THAT BITCHES!!! Oh...no one can.

So, all we are saying is this Eagles season, it would be in your best interest to choose us over any other bar. Logically, there is none better. USE YOUR HEAD PEOPLE!!!

GO GREEN!

2009-04-20T22:41:00.009-04:00

We completely totally and utterly randomly decided to celebrate Monday, April 20th. Seriously.

In honor of this arbitrary gala, we had to special beers on tap: Mountain High IPA from Weed, CA and Hazed & Infused from Boulder, CO. Also, along with the beers, our infamous Stoner Platter was on discount...if, and only if, you were wearing the unpremeditated color of the day, green.

There was a massive 7 hour playlist that purely coincidentally went along with this unplanned festive day that included a wide range of songs...from La Cucaracha and Pusherman to Champagne & Reefer and Puff, the Magic Dragon. Outside, an impromptu jam session started up with guitars, BONGos and even a dijeradoo (most thought this looked like something called a "bong.")

Along with every walk of life, including even the staff from The Urban Saloon, popped into the Nag Champa smelling goodness of The Irish Pol for this fortuitous hullabaloo. Things seemed to go so well that we might just sporadically do it again...for no reason whatsoever...maybe next year...maybe on the same day. Who knows.

Totally unrelated, the night ended with The Best Damn Hooters Swimsuit Pageant on the ALL the big screens.

WE MISS YOU HARRY

2009-04-14T12:47:00.003-04:00

I keep hearing him in my head. Every memory. Can't turn it off...and don't ever want to. Sharing brief moments with Harry the K was a gift. One that I will forever treasure. I watched hours of coverage in the past 24 hours. Sad, but at the same time, it brought many smiles to my face. One word is constant when Harry is talked about, and it is a word that I, too, have always used to describe him...genuine. You meet people in the public eye and many don't want to be bothered. Some will put up with it, and then complain after the fact behind your back. Harry was consistently gracious. To everyone. He would genuinely listen. He would have a genuine conversation. That is something that you just felt.

Philly is tough on people in the public eye. Especially, those involved in sports. Love you one day and then hate you the next. Just part of the process. I can not think of one figure who has not had to deal with both sides...except Harry. No one had anything bad to say about Harry, and Harry had nothing bad to say about anyone. Maybe that is karma working in it's truest form.

I am eternally grateful to the Phillies organization for providing me with opportunities with Harry...especially my friend John Brazer, Phillies director of Fun & Games. Everytime I interviewed Harry down at Spring Training, I would purposely get the name of the stadium wrong. Kurt Russell stadium, Russell Crowe stadium, Keri Russell stadium, Snake Plissken, etc. Harry would always correct me, "That's Jack Russel Stadium, Couzin Ed." It was just something stupid, but year after year, it just became a thing. Yesterday, I received a text from John that said "That's Jack Russel Stadium, Couzin Ed." It was hard to fight back the tears. Still is.

I searched through all my files for memories of Harry, but unfortunately only found 2 saved interviews. Or, should I say, fortunately. I loved to hear him laugh...which was easy to do because he was always in a good mood. If we all could just be a little more like Harry.

If you would like to hear the audio, both interviews are posted below.

Click below to hear Harry talk about Tug, Merril Reese, and how back in day he would speed up road games that he had to re-create on the radio.

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R.I.P. Harry Kalas

2009-04-13T15:07:00.005-04:00

Click below for a great one where we talk about Brighthouse field, Kung Fu Hustle, and going drink for drink with Larry Anderson.
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MALT MADNESS

2009-04-08T20:25:00.003-04:00

What was originally intended solely to be a cheesy way to tie into people's obsession with college basketball craziness that happens this time of year...grew into a quite interesting competition.

One day, the world famous Lolo plants the seed, "hey...we should do something like March Madness at The Irish Pol...but with beer." I, in turn, was the water, dirt, and sun. Of course.

So, we write down on scraps of paper all the beers we have on tap (we have 40, btw, thee MOST in Philly!) Throw all the scraps in a hat. For some strange unknown reason, the hat had a pancake on it! Or, was it a hamburger? Maybe a biscuit?!?!? What a stupid and shitty mascot any of those would be. Anyway, I digress. Because it made it easier working with brackets, the first 32 beers randomly drawn from the hat made it into the bloodthirsty contest.

Each day, 2 beers (sometimes 2 battles a day...meaning 4 beers total) would go head to head fighting for the love and vote from each patron. The beer that received the most votes moved on in the competition and, BONUS, was a $1 cheaper for the entire next day and night!

Sure, we could have cheated or rigged it, but it honestly was turning out to be way too interesting on it's own to intervene for any reason. The phrase "any given Sunday" was uttered frequently when people were astonished by some of the loses. For example, the great PBR fell to Odd Notion in the first round!?!?! Now, even though The Irish Pol is known for having great craft beers on tap...and the most of them, a percentage of Pabst Blue Ribbon is found in the blood of almost anyone who ventures in to The Irish Pol...and any other legitimate Philly bar. So, for PBR to lose to anyone in the first round was pretty damn surprising, but even more so to Odd Notion because Odd Notion is different every few months. Therefore, it is not really able to rely on branding to get votes. Had that battle went down on say a Friday or a Saturday, Pabst would have certainly gotten the blue ribbon! Same goes with Stone IPA losing to Guinness. Perplexing to say the least. St. Bernardus lost to Hop Devil? Astounding. River Horse Double White trumps Sawtooth. What!?!?! (Drink Pickles!!!)

In the end, after 19 days of blood, sweat, and beers, Big Eye from Ballast Point Brewing Company in San Diego, CA rose triumphant. The best part about Big Eye's victory is all that it had to endure to make it to the big show. It's competitor in the finals was Storm King Stout from Victory. Storm King's road was smooth in comparison to Big Eye. The King started with an easy win over Magic Hat's Lucky Kat. Then, onto an effortless defeat over River Horse Double White. After that, Storm King only had to go thru it's brother and sister, Golden Monkey and Hop Devil. On the other side, Big Eye had nothing handed to them. Out of the gate, it was a clench-fist fight against the popular Magic Hat #9. In the Sweet Sixteen, Big Eye had to scratch and bite is way to embarrass the favored Crotch Sniffing Bastard. Next up, Big Eye faced Troeg's Nugget Nectar. Now, this is a seasonal beer that our regulars like so much the boss always orders ton's of extra kegs so we can pour it, and pour it again, and then some more, long after other bar's Nectars are dry. Yet, somehow the Eye prevailed. Onto the Final Four. Big Eye vs. the famous indestructible IPA...Dogfish Head 90 Minute. Vegas bookies had Dogfish over Big Eye 12-1 odds. Gloves are off...punching...kicking...drinking...pounding...there was even some spillage. Malt Madness 2009 Champion: Big Eye IPA!!!

The ring ceremony will be next week...

PHILLY BEER WEEK

2009-03-06T12:54:00.003-05:00

Striving to always be a leader and not a follower, to always try to be on the forefront, The Irish Pol just could not wait until we were told when we could start Philly Beer Week. With so many breweries wanting to do events with the bar that has the most taps in America's greatest beer city, we kicked off PBW a day early with Stone Brewery.

The night laid out like this...at 5PM, our happy hour kicked off with almost all 40 of our beers on tap for $3 (there are 3 that we would just completely loose money on if we lowered them to $3), and then when happy hour ended, Lee from Stone shows up with their IPA, Arrogant Bastard, and Double Bastard. He was packed with knowledge about the brewery. Graciously chatted with everyone, free samples for all, and until 9:30pm, all Stone products were $3! Upstairs, we had live music from Funkharp (who seemed to have found a new love in the IPA) and Adam Monaco (someone sign this guy!) When the live music ended, back downstairs at midnight for 2 hours of EVERY BEER FOR $3 until 2am!!! Yes, St. Bernardus, Southern Tier Choklat, Double Bastard, and 37 other great craft beers for ONLY $3!!! Every other bar can SUCK IT!!!

Now that we have set an example that all other bars just can not live up to, we expect all to come an enjoy all of the tastings we have lined up for Philly Beer Week. Still to come: Palm, Victory, Rogue, Magic Hat, Left Hand, River Horse, Dogfish Head, Weyerbacher, and more!!! Hit up http://phillybeerweek.org/ for times and details.

I must say, it is nice to see the reaction and hear the opinions of those who experience The Irish Pol for the very first time. From the fact that some actually think the "wall of taps" is just decoration to over hearing people who have been brought in by a friend saying "wow, you were right about this place," from those who are upset because they had not found out about us earlier to those who can not wait to spread the word. But, honestly the best is just seeing people that are genuinely happy and having a great time enjoying great beers that they are so used to being overcharged for at other bars, meeting real people from every walk of life who are just in a good mood and openly social, and having them come back time and time again.

Notfortourist.com just did a really nice write up on us that says it all quite well.

http://notfortourists.com/viewRadar.aspx?city=PH&radarID=25730

Also, it is nice to read what locals are saying about us on Yelp

http://www.yelp.com/biz/the-irish-pol-philadelphia

Thanks to all of those who have found us, realized what we have to offer, enjoyed their time at The Irish Pol, and continue to come back...to become regulars.

MAN WEARS PANTS

2009-01-18T20:10:00.005-05:00

He is at The Irish Pol more than any of the employees...combined, but NEVER in pants! Write this down...Friday, January 16, 2009, Big John wore pants!!! Why? We may never know. Even the Daily News ran a story about it, but even their thorough investigation could not come up with an answer. Baffling. Katie Couric is rumored to be coming to Philadelphia to take a crack at this phenomenon. First, the Great Pyramids...now this!?!?! God help us all. The apocalypse is coming!!!

By the way, when wear pants, he insists on being called "Pickles Suburban." WHAT!??!?

WHERE DO YOU WATCH EAGLES GAMES???

2009-01-11T20:13:00.003-05:00

Well, you certainly don't want to watch it at a lame bar! In fact, I would think you would desire the exact opposite. How about THEE BEST BAR IN PHILADELPHIA!

Now, I am not saying The Irish Pol is the best bar because I work there and I am an egotistical dickhead. I am only saying that because I am an honest dickhead.

I mean, think about it. What criteria does one look for in a bar to watch Eagles games? First off, multiple large TV's. The Irish Pol definitely has that. Stereo sound...check. Not so crowded that you can not move or find a seat? Thankfully, no. Either the douchebags do not know about us, or they do not like us. Thank you douchebags. Hotties in Eagles Gear? No doubt. Great Beer? Uh...we are on record for having the MOST beers on tap in this city (40 craft brews that rotate sometimes daily.) Food? Perfect football food. Wings perfected by the boss' secret recipe, homemade steak chili, fresh tortilla chips, cheesesteak eggrolls, something called Buffalo Chicken Dip that the regulars call crack, or be daring and go for the "Stoner Platter!" Cheap specials? The Irish Pol truly has the cheapest prices in Olde City and beyond...and that is everyday all the time. So, technically, everything is always on special when you compare prices with other bars. However, during Eagles games, we lower prices even more! Wings 4 for a buck, $1 hot dogs, $2 Miller Lite and Miller High Life, and during the playoffs, any of our beers on tap from Victory Brewing Company are only $3. Get it...VICTORY.

Taking all that into consideration, The Irish Pol logically should be THEE BEST BAR IN PHILADELPHIA TO WATCH EAGLES GAMES. Now, add the fact that we also have a recording of the Eagles Pep band doing "Fly, Eagles, Fly" to play after each and every score, the Eagles official on-field announcer, Couzin Ed, manages the bar, and Swoop even watches games here (see picture proof.)

Knowing all this now, when someone asks you "where do you watch Eagles games?" if you are a true Eagles fan, your answer should logically and indisputably be "The Irish Pol!"

See you Sunday, January 18th by 3PM to watch the Philadelphia Eagles beat the Arizona Cardinals. NO EXCUSES.

http://www.theirishpol.com/

Sincerely,

Honest Dickhead

EARLY New Years Eve

2008-12-31T01:15:00.003-05:00

We are different!

We are Better!

We are FIRST!!!

Why wait for a reason to drink? Why wait for New Years Eve to party like it is New Years Eve? Seriously, most of the damn holidays are created by a "Hallmark" society. So, why should we be lemmings?!?!?!

Why not be ahead of the morons?

The Irish Pol prefers to be a leader not a follower.

So, we decided to start what WILL BE a tradition. We will ALWAYS have a New Years Eve bash on December 30th....NOT 31st! Why wait for what you do not have to wait for? Why not be ahead of the crowd? Seriously, we thought about the people...our people...the people that work in the bar/restaurant business. When is their New Years Eve? When are they supposed to enjoy New Years Eve? We have given them what they deserve!

Finally, some respect to the people you feed you your liquor!!! Honestly, when you think about it, who really deserves a night of imbibement at a bar than the people who slave over the alcoholics year round?

When bars have a specialty night, normally the drink specials are something cheap...something that you put on special that is cost-productive. But, if you are going to have a night that caters to the alcohol work-force, you MUST put stuff on special that bartenders actually drink. Strangely, that is liquor that starts with the letter "J"." Jose, Jameson, Jim, Jack, Jagers, etc. So, we put all those shots on special for $2!!! And, we decided to be cliche and have a champagne toast at midnight....but, a champagne (of beer) toast!!! Out of 40's of Miller High Life!!!

We rule!!!

JOE SIXPACK TAKES BIG JOHN'S BARSTOOL!

2008-12-18T21:57:00.004-05:00

Never thought it would happen. Imagine someone taking Norm's seat in "Cheers!" It was almost as if someone kicked Ernie the Keebler Elf out of the tree! Uncommonly bad!

The successor of the great late Michael Jackson, local boy Joe Sixpack (a.k.a. Don Russell) stopped into The Irish Pol to finally observe why EVERYONE designates it as thee BEST and CHEAPEST in Olde City! I must say, he had to agree, no one had a wider selection of craft beers on tap in Philly than The Irish Pol! He officially tapped what he describes as his #1 Christmas Beer, Harrisburg's own, Troeg's Mad Elf.

He was extremely cordial, and chatted with many of the patrons...and drank with them, too! He was amazingly easy to talk to. Many beer geeks come off as "beer snobbish" like they act like they just know too much. Joe/Don felt like talking to any regular at a great dive bar. He talks when you expect and want him to, and genuinely listens the rest of the time. Hell, we rightly put him in the deserving place at the end of the bar...where The Irish Pol permanent "Big John" sits. Granted, Big John politely, in advance, gave up his precious throne for the beer god. But, what I thought was funny was that Big John (who drinks nothing but PBR) was sitting next to the most credible beer source in Philadelphia! The contrast was humorous. In fact, Big John bought 2 books, and Joe/Don signed one "Long live PBR!"

Joe/Don actually broke a few beer hymens at The Irish Pol. We were able to let his taste buds interact with, for the very first time, Hopalottamus, Magic Hat's Odd Notion (Dark Lager), and Lefthand's Chainsaw...which he really liked.

We have always felt that The Irish Pol is thee BEST and CHEAPEST in Olde City, but to actually get some credible feedback felt really good. Long live Joe Sixpack!

Buy the book dammit!!!

http://www.joesixpack.net/

And come by THEE bar NOW!

http://www.theirishpol.com/

Singing Door Man Saves Lives!

2008-12-14T13:17:00.003-05:00

His presence was felt immediately. He lurked into the room. He will forever be known to us at "the creepy guy." Not many people affect me this way, but this is one of those people that, for reasons you don't even know, you just want to avoid eye contact. His face never changed expression. Leering. Scary.

I went to the other end of the bar to warn Missy, but without even saying a word, I could tell she was thinking the exact same thing...we are going to die tonight. Now, the guy was not doing anything threatening. Hell, he wasn't even saying much at all. In fact, he said so little, I can remember each and every word. When he sat down, he looked right into me...like he was staring at my soul. I asked him if he wanted anything, and he responded "a beer." I asked what kind, and he said "any kind...a lager." Well, due to the Coors Light being on tap for the Running of the Santas, there was NO Lager. At that point, I thought to myself "I think he is going to kill me." I gave him a Harp, and lived...for now. Later, I yelled to the whole room that we had jello shooters still from the Santa run, and if anyone wanted any, they were a dollar each. People bought. Him I tried to avoid, but I could feel him looking at me. As soon as I got down his end of the bar, he said in his monotone creepy voice "how come you didn't offer me any?" "Uh...I offered them to everyone...that includes you" I said with a shaky voice. He said nothing. Now, I was sure my life was over.

The rest of the evening consisted of trying to avoid eye contact with "the creepy guy." But, this was impossible. No matter how hard you tried, you still, every now and then, wanted to glance back over to check on him, and when you did...he would be looking right into you! Every time!!!

As the night went on, I realized that EVERYONE at the bar was having the same premonition...that this guy was going to kill them! Once again, there were no signs, no non-verbal gestures, no threatening words. Just his presence and his leer. Coincidentally, everyone was also referring to him as "the creepy guy." I mean, this guy would have made Mike Meyers, Robert Englund, and Sir Anthony Hopkins feel uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, Fernando (that's fun to say) seemed to be the only one unaffected by all of this. He just strummed away on his guitar out front while checking ID's. By the way, that is a new regular thing now at The Irish Pol...we are the Home of The Singing Door Guy." Any Saturday night, come by and when he checks your ID, he will sing a song about you. Stupid? Yes. But, a few years from now, he could very well be as famous as The Naked Cowboy in NYC. Or, at least, he might get laid...more.

I digress. Back to "the creepy guy." Somehow, I got it in my head (I will blame tequila) that the only thing that would stop him from killing you was to have Fernando (that's fun to say) sing a song about you. Girls were frantically coming up to me "oh my God...what is with that guy over there? He scares me!" I asked "did he look you in the eye?" If, yes, I immediately told them to go see Fernando (that's fun to say) and have him sing you a song! That is the ONLY thing that will save your life!!! Stupid? Yes. But, it was fun to me. And, really, isn't that all that matters? Plus, it honestly gave them a little peace of mind. Ridiculous. Like "the creepy guy" was not going to follow them home, sneak into their bedroom, hide in the closet and jump out with a knife...soley because Fernando (that's fun to say) sang them a song!?!?!?

So, in my head...deep below these strikingly good looks, I feel that I have now created an urban legend. If "the creepy guy" stares into your soul, without a word, you will know that your time on this Earth is nearing an end, and the only thing that will save you is a song from our singing door guy. After all, it worked. I am typing this right now, aren't I? In fact, as far as I know, everyone survived last night, and there is only one person to thank. Fernando (that's fun to say!)

Running Of The Santas 2008

2008-12-13T18:33:00.003-05:00

Nothing could be more disturbing during the holiday season for a 7-year old casually walking around Olde City with their tourist parents than seeing hundreds of drunk Santas! How does one explain that to a youngling? Personally, it is better than seeing pink elephants (which I have still yet to see after enjoying fermented liquids for the past 27 years...at least!)

The Irish Pol is where the pre-party for the annual Running With The Santas starts every year. Our janitor was one of the very few original Santa's who did the initial run in Manayunk way back in 1998. Sure, tons of egotistical liars will say they were at the original run, but only about 40 people can really tell the truth. Since that day, the run has grown exponentially...thankfully, because it raises money to fight pediatric cancer.

About 2pm on the afternoon of Saturday, December 13th, they started rolling in. We had prepped to bar for the onslaught of red and white debauchery by removing all the barstools, tables, everything breakable, and tied everything else down. All the kegs were on ice. The cups were all there. The staff was stirring...hoping to see breasts that were bare! Sorry, drifted off there...

We did see Mexican Santa, Marching band Santa, World Phucking Champion Santas, Pimp Santa, very high Santa, and, of course, the best of all...lots and lots of Naughty Female Santas...better known as the Ho Ho Ho's!!! Unfortunately, I left my mistletoe belt buckle at home. Dammit to hell!

Check out the photos on The Irish Pol facebook page:
http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#/pages/Philadelphia-PA/The-Irish-Pol/51630550154?ref=ts

Skadouche! (that is Irish/Polish for "welcome")

2008-12-01T13:26:00.001-05:00

Well...here we are...phinally. In November of 2007, the boys took it over. By "it", I mean, a bar that WAS called "Jager's." And, by "boys", I mean, a combo of two (whom we will only refer to as "Nitwit" and "Dum Dum") that are Irish and Polish. Hence the name...The Irish Pol. Learn it. Live it. Love it. "Spicoli, you had a shirt on when you came in here!" Wow, I am confused. Anyway, this is the kind of bar that we all wish we owned. Trust me, I know, I am there enough. It may seem like a load of crap, a line, or me just telling you what you want to hear, but when I say it is the cheapest in Olde City...it is by far the truth. I have lived in this neighborhood for over 13 years, and have watched the pretentious bars blatantly rip people off for no reason. We obviously all have the same rent, so why do they need to triple the price of your drink??? Because there is a red rope out front? Because they have a brainless meathead door guy playing fashion police out front telling you what you can and can not wear? Then, they have the fucking nerve to charge a cover to even get in?!?!?! What is wrong with people? Not just the people running these joints, but the people that bend over and take it! Why would anyone ever wait in line to put up with that shit! Plus, if you are waiting in line to get in, you know you are going to have to wait again at the bar to get your drink...and then pay triple the price for it! Go ahead...bend over...take it!!! Meanwhile, I will be around the corner at The Irish Pol...where the amateurs seem to thankfully avoid. No music so loud that you can not talk to the person next to you. If I wanted the music so loud that I could not talk to anyone, I would be home drinking alone...playing music that I wanted to hear...not Justin Fucking Timberlake or any other crap that you hear at every bar all the time. Seriously, who goes to a bar jukebox and spends their money to hear a song you hear ALL THE TIME! "Hmmm, here is my dollar. I would like to play AC/DC's 'You Shook Me All Night Long'....no, wait...how about Van Halen's 'Jump!'" Loser.

The Irish Pol is anti-all-that. No frat dicks whose testosterone goes up with every sip of non-beer (anything mass produced that changes the beer recipe to save money and uses rice and force carbonates...i.e. Coors Light, Miller Lite, Bud, etc.) and then wants to either fight someone or degrade women. No ditzy broads asking for Cosmos!!! This is a beer and a shot bar! Leave your vain at the door. Like I said, it is the kind of bar that you wish you owned. One that you would enjoy yourself at every night. It is the perfect combination of all things that make this work. The variety of beers on tap (40 craft beers that change weekly...sometimes daily), the very low prices (it is like everything is always on special), the atmosphere (the place has a natural attitude...and I mean that in a very good way), the staff (more like the family), and mostly, the people. This is the kind of bar that polices itself. The patrons of The Irish Pol are very territorial. That treat the bar like it is their own. They respect The Pol. If you fuck up, the person sitting next to you will tell you first. They don't want that shit, or like that shit, or take that shit at THEIR bar. It is them, the regulars, whom I would really like to thank. They truly make this bar what it is.

I saw a sign on a bar in Seattle that summed it all up. "If you are racist, sexist, homophobic, or an asshole...don't come in."

2008-11-21T14:29:00.001-05:00

Jason took a shit in a trashcan!

New Website

2008-11-04T12:22:00.000-05:00

This is our new website! Let us know what you think.