Cannons Irish Pub

Hazmat Sticker in the front window of this place…

I would rate this place negative stars if I could. The place was terrible. The only glimmer of hope were the two stars behind the bar and their prompt and friendly service.
It was Friday night, they had karaōke going on. My girlfriend and I were expecting to go dive bar hopping and seeing interesting crowds and run into interesting situation.
This place was a little too much of that.
As I went to the rest room I almost vomited from the stench of multi day old fecal matter splattered all over… See the pic I shared for a glimpse of this.
I get back to my girlfriend and she is laughing in tears as she told me she saw someone waving frantically out of the corner of her eye. When she looked it was the DJ with his hand under his chin waving and blowing kisses to her she said.
Then the DJ called for his next victim. After premature starting the song, letting this one guy sing a little, he stopped it and joked around, letting us all know his favorite words were both «boob» and «poop» and he kept saying those words as he laughed … That was enough. It was disgusting all around.
Avoid this place, go somewhere thats clean, fun, friendly, and maybe even somewhat professional.

I have not attended this bar, but have neighborhood gossip for you to consider.
— Located near the police station, folks swear cop cars monitor and await any reason to pullover departing patrons.
— The waitresses and barmaids at nearby Beaver Creek (my fav bar in the neighborhood) love to go here after Beaver Creek closes. And they confirm that the cops monitor this place.
Doesn’t seem like my sorta place.

Waitstaff could be way better and the noise level of karaōke is ridiculous loud. But where else can you get a draft 32 oz Guinness for under $ 5? Almost makes it worth it. Plus there’s a doodle of me on the wall.

Instead of going here, buy yourself a six pack, put it in the fridge, turn your lights allllll the way down, turn on your worst music, very loud. Then as you order a beer from your fridge, ignore yourself after the fact. And you’ll still have a better time than going to this place.

Grimy hole in the wall. Nonexistent wait staff. And when the do show up they take full bottles off your table. I lost a buckets worth of suds. How’s that for profit for the house. Several of us won’t be back. I guess the band got stiffed too!