Puzzles Pub

I’m not picky, but my experience here was a nightmare! The beer was cold, but the food was greasy. After eating my stomach turned on me. I headed for the bathroom pronto. I was finishing up my business when some punk kicked in the bathroom door and just stared at my old wrinkly backside. He kept mumbling something about his «clean» penis before he left without washing his hands! Grosss! If this is the kind of people who frequent this establishment then count me out!

Slow slow slow service. Honestly, this is a service industry. Again I am writing an entire review whilst waiting for service. C’mon honey, how much longer can I write before you get back to work. I’m well past 5 minutes with an empty glass, some guy in a beret walked in and was immedietely served RIGHT NEXT to me. This place could lose the smoke, heaven forbid they got an air filter for the smoke… still waiting. Nice music, but I’ll just catch the musician when he’s not at the crappiest armpit in all of NEPA… waiting…waiting…there area only about 12 people at the bar in total… Lord, I do not like this place.
Avoid this place, unless you are meeting here so you can all pile into a friend’s car and get far away from here. Now I have time to go back and fix some typos… finally…let’s see.10 minutes, at least… never again, unless I’m severally drunk.
(I wrote that on my phone after waiting long enough to realize I wasn’t being served. When my friend and I left the bartender joked JOKED! about how she had ignored us and said next time we should just call out to her… as if I’d ever come back there.)
Not enough Purell in the world… never clean…

A truly awful place! Don’t order draft beer unless you enjoy the taste of syphilis. Way too smoky, old men asleep at the bar… this place is a dump. The mens room is horrendous. I couldn’t tell the difference between the urinal and sink as there was piss in both. It’s one of those places where you don’t wash your hands after peeing because you know your dick is cleaner than anything else in the room. The door doesn’t lock. This proved problematic when I walked in on an old man bent over, mid-​wipe, with his pants around his ankles and his old, wrinkled, saggy ass pointed towards the door. Amazingly, they have the audacity to sell food. Apparently the Board of Health has never visited and neither should anyone else.