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(after J.P. Donleavy)
Fancying a bit of a drink of a fall evening, we braved Grace and Resurrection, pubs with names ripped from the finest avenues of downtown Christendom. Each compacted with huddled penitents. Hell's waiting rooms choking on humanity and not an ounce of dignity among them.
Onward to Doobie's. The barkeep slinging pints. A stout to stand me up straight. That's an idea. A good place for ideas, this. Right temperature and moisture level and the devil knows what all. Must write a letter to the Chief of Publicans, recommend this fellow see some advancement. The base creature beside me ogling the flower in the corner. A small sup of his whiskey while he's otherwise engaged. Him now eyeing the glass. Eyeing me. Suspicion. The ruination of this land and this fellow's night should he keep on with it. Sir, I'll take it as a kindness if you overlook the purloined ounce, for mine is the greater need.
Michael W. paying court to a pint. A paragon of respectability and a great man for the drink. God bless him and keep him. This room showing wear in all the right places, never mocking my reduced circumstances. Michael has chosen moral decrepitude for his theme and the ladies nearby would do well to listen. This one equine in aspect. Get thee to a glue factory. Another pint, then, and quickly, before the abased hordes find us out. I will test this barstool for flaws in its construction by introducing it to the skull of the first one through the door, so help me God.
O, barmaid. Let us fly these fools and be off on the back of a strong wind, but first a whiskey for the strength to stand against those who would do us harm. The jukebox banging on like it's running a fever. Dogs underfoot and I a pauper prince in a painting of a medieval banquet.
Michael W. returning someone a rude answer. Angel in the corner, let not these rogues and roustabouts touch even a petal. Love, believe me when I tell you that I can assess the weight of a breast from a distance of five paces.
A bit of ale to clear the head. Song buzzing in the blood. The mirror giving back the picture of one red about the eyes. I might die tonight. I'll never die. What a commonplace and vulgar thing is death. I'll have no part of it.
These children of God lapping ale from a cask. They're after rutting like beasts in a ditch. Pale arses pumping. Skinny flanks. Quivering hams. Enough indecency to make the blackest of blackguards blush. There's nothing for it.
This public house is a sunken couch. It's a sloop listing rakishly and we must guard its dignity with white teeth flashing and whistling fists. Another pint. One more for the comfort that's in it.
With some time to kill before the Victory beer dinner last night, I decided to meet up with some of yelp's finest in one of the city's diviest. I'll admit, walking up to the bar I was a tad nervous that I'd be the only person to show, as there were some mixed messages during the day about whether or not a pregame was still taking place. I opened the door and felt relief wash over as the smiling faces of Jim H. and Chris V. greeted me from the end of the bar. While introducing myself to "Jack" and Stephen H., I became keenly aware that my loud mouth was carrying and that every other patron was now well aware that this was a meet-up of friends from the Internet. Flustered, I took a seat and realized that I had walked right by Dan C. in the process (Sorry, Dan, I'm blaming it on the suit!), prompting me to get up for another round of hugs and hellos.
Finally, I returned to my post and ordered a Flying Fish. The bartender gave a heads-up that the version on tap was actually the Grand Cru Winter ale, and since I had never tried it before, he offered a taste. Happy day, I was met with what instantly became my new favorite seasonal!
My introduction to Doobie's was cut short as our event times drew near, but I was happy for the opportunity to check the place out. The warm and friendly service we received is definitely enough to bring me back, and any place with rumors of David Bowie's presence in the 70s gets an extra star from me. Any coincidence that Golden Years has been playing on a continuous loop in my head ever since? I think not!
I came here for a UYE held by the illustrious/notorious Jim H. I'd actually never been over in this part of Philly before, so it was nice to walk over and see a little slice of Fitler Square. I actually walked past it since it's pretty much two doors inset into a building on the corner. Thankfully I saw the sandwich/beer board on my return trip.
Inside I was greeted by a warm atmosphere with lights that reminded me of the best of the neighborhood bars I used to go to back in Chicago. The bartender took my beer order and I settled into a nice comfortable night of talking to The Limey and the rest of the Yelpers. The Fullers ESB cask was phenomenal. The food was good too. The smoked turkey sandwich I got was damn tasty, though it was a tad light on the toppings and meat.
The people were an interesting mix of Ryan Adams looking hipsters, 20 somethings, the Yelpers, and the emo looking server. As Jim H alluded to earlier, there were in fact people playing Connect Four, as well as people watching Jeopardy.
For $1000 when will Jim go back to Doobies?
What is really damn soon, Alex?
Mid conversation, i heard the distinct noise of plastic coins hitting the bar and my pop culture infused mind immediately played , " Pretty sneaky, sis!" . Because I was interested in what my friend was saying, I didnt investigate what the noise really was. It was soon after that I noticed the familiar Connect 4 game stand, towering next to a shortie Sly Fox can and empty shot glass. It was surreal.
Doobies is a cool little speak-easy, just askew from center city. It was McThrill, who suggested it as a venue for the Get to Know me! makeup date. I agreed because of the stellar reviews ,that friends and trusted Yelpers have given it.
I found free and easy parking a few blocks south of Doobies, and headed to the corner of 22nd and Lombard. When I got there, I was confused. I saw what I assumed was Doobies, however sans signwork, I wasnt sure. Luckily, from out of the shadows, emerged McThrill, who confirmed I was in the right place. After trying to go in through the out door, we eventually found the section of the wall which allowed entry.
It was a cool little place, "little" being the optimum word. I dont think an event of any larger magnitude would work here, but it was certainly cozy and perfect for the motley crew who showed this time. Im still amazed that of all the Yelpers, who ive been lucky enough to meet, none have disappointed and none have been tools.Lots of good people up in here, thats for sure.
Drinks were great, food looked good (although I didnt dig in) and the barkeep was cool (Ill hold my opinion of the creepy "server" that lurked always nearby). I managed to have a good time without spending more than $20.
Back to Connect 4. What a novel idea, to have some old-school board games, for the patrons to enjoy. I was half-tempted to bust out that Game of Life and play a few months.
As everyone was well met, and the party wound down, I set off into the mean streets of Philly to find my car. I must have gotten turned around because it took me a while to find where I parked my car. Apparently I had too good a time at Doobies, and most likely, the extra brisk walking time was needed before the trip home. Pretty sneaky...Doobies!
Though I'm super stingy with ratings, the three stars I'm giving Doobies belie how choice a dive bar this bunker-like corner spot is. Not everyone's partial to a good hole in the wall, but our UYE on a balmy winter Tuesday provided the occasion to sample what I've come to think of as one of the city's best.
A hairball bartender named Jim, $5 special Sly Fox beercans with a shot of bourbon, and a sterling selection of 70s and 80s little-known classics on the jukebox, and the scene is set for a grimy good time. As for the patrons, if the midweek regulars are any indication, this joint attracts plenty of hella cool urbanites. A Dirty Frank's on the Rittenhouse/Fitler side of town, but less blown out and cozier. Stop in.
I've been updating some of my favorite places...as my initial reviews are getting older....and I keep going back to these places. What better place for me to update than my favorite place in all of Philadelphia...Doobie's.
Anybody can have fun in a crowded bar with a good beer selection & a killer jukebox. BUT...what about a bar that is empty except for you and the bartender....and re-runs of Cold Case Files are on tv? Can you have fun then? At Doobie's you can...if you're of the Doobie's mindset.
I love the menu...not because it's gourmet ( because it isn't) but because it's comfort food...even when it's not a dish you'd traditopnally call "comfort food".
Dinner & drinks at Doob's is more like hanging out at your best single guy friend's apartment. You may not be blown away....but you're going to feel welcome, comfortable...and you're gonna have a good time.
Doobie's is unquestionably my favorite bar in Philadelphia. They have a great beer selection, and a… Read more »
In all my years, I never thought I'd be a barfly. Heck, I barely even drink, maybe one or two good beers a month. And yet, Doobies has turned me into exactly that.
The first few times I went, I felt a little on the outside, because there are so many regulars, but truth be told, I took the time to talk to the bartenders, and from there I met some of the greatest people who have ever worked at, or hung out in, a bar
The food is not your usual bar food, there is nothing deep fried. What there is, is a mostly home-made, ever changing menu which sports many veggie/vegan dishes as well as your carnivores delights.
The beer choices are varied and wonderful, and the beer engine is a feature not found in many places. I can always count on seasonal craft beers, and enough choices for anyone's tastes.
Sunday nights one can find anywhere from one to four Scrabble games going on, and everyone is encouraged to join in.
The bottom line - the best staff I have EVER encountered works at Doobies. To a one, they are wonderful people. I occasionally go elsewhere, but Doobies is truly my "Home Bar."
P.S. The jukebox is amazing, though I love the nights when one can watch Futurama on the TV above the bar.
To me, Doobie's is the classic definition of dive, I think you could walk by this place a thousand times and miss it if you weren't looking for the bar. Walking inside, you get the same vibe, nothing sticks out. I had a friend bring me here and I keep coming back every so often because I always have a great time at this place. The beers on tap are always solid, the barstaff is friendly, and the jukebox is amazing. I can't count how many times I've popped in for a quiet night and I've closed the bar down, time flies when you're comfortable, having fun, and trying to one-up your pal's music selections...
I was at Doobies last night to play quizzo. The quizzo host just rambled a lot, and the questions were all about things he liked that were completely uninteresting like skiing and weird movies he watched on TV. The food was mediocre at best and a little over priced for its mediocrity. The burger concept was interesting, but it had no flavor. It was obviously just a frozen patty. I could have went to McDonald's and spent $1 on a double cheeseburger that tasted a lot better and filled me up a lot more. Believe me when I say that isn't saying much because McDonald's is awful. The service was terribly slow and not exactly the friendliest. They weren't mean or anything, they just didn't offer any kind of comfort or conversation which I expect from people at a bar. The beer selection was decent, nothing to rave about, but at least it wasn't PBR and lager. The reason I am giving this place 2 stars is because the atmosphere ruled. I am one for dingy dive bars, especially in center city. One would think that a place at 22nd and Lombard would be super fancy, but this is as dive bar as one can get. I think I'd give this place a second chance, but certainly not for quizzo.
I have been to this bar several times over the past few years. They have an interesting menu with vegan options and great beer selection. The bar tenders are always friendly, as is most of the clientele I have encountered. There is outdoor seating and you can always venture inside for a quick game of connect four and delicious brew. I plan to head back for discounted vegan hot dogs during Phillies home games!
Friendly neighborhood bar, with a good selection of beers and pub menu. Great place for a small group of friends to meet up. Juke box, and board games available on request. Laid back, cool atmosphere - with locals, grad students, young professionals. When the weather is nice, they set up a few tables and chairs outside which is awesome.
Straight up, my favorite bar. Good, frequently changing beer list with the added bonus of a beer engine; always something vegan/vegetarian to eat; an awesome jukebox and the best staff ever. It is everything a neighborhood bar should be, which is why me and my closest compadres spend half our time here.
I've been to Doobie's just a handful of times... mostly just because I don't live very close to it. If I did, I would probably be found stumbling out of it every few weekends. Leave your uppity attitude at the door, and step into this modest little dive bar. Sure you'll find some hipsters hanging out, but you'll also find some good old drunkards, who could give a sh*t less about fixed gear bikes. The jukebox is a nice escape from the norm - filled with older classics and some slightly obscure stuff... i've seen anything from Bowie to Red House Painters on there. Sure there are nicer places to go, but sometimes Doobie's is just the right place.
Had a great night at Doobies, having never been there walked in and looked around...it was such a nice night out asked The bar keep if we could sit and order outside. he replied "Hells yeah!" with a great smile, I was hooked...super friendly, hip but not pretentious, my kind of place. somewhere to spend an evening with friends, not show off. went inside due to jack hammer on street....put a fiver in the juke box, which is dated but cool stuff, had a couple shots of Jamison to chase my beer( that is a compliment if i enjoy myself enough to risk whisky hangover) spent the better part of an hour explaining the musical significance of Mott the Hopple. stumbled home pleased.
I once lived within three blocks of the Doob, and spent some not-unimpressive amount of my graduate school loans there. A Lager, a pack of Parliaments, and some money for the jukebox made it a night. The nachos were entirely ghetto - something I could have made for myself for a couple dollars - but they beat the fancy-pants set at Chaucers by far (who puts a bed of lettuce on an order of nachos?).
Dirty: certainly. Hipster? Probably, or as close to it as Philly will get (hello, Sean Agnew). Unfriendly? Hardly. I used to have to just pack up and leave to get the bartender to stop talking to me. A nice guy, though. (Look for the fellow in overalls.) The Doob was a neighborhood institution, and far enough away from the Penn undergrads that infiltrate a lot of that area.
Huge bonuses: Bowie and Elvis Costello on the jukebox, ghetto nachos
Head-scratcher: Taj Mahal of bathroom renovations (you should have seen it before they tiled it)
The front door is the side door, there's maybe one half-lit yuengling neon in the window to give you the idea that theres a bar inside this place, and theres absolutely no signage telling you where you are is actually where you want to be until you get inside.
doobies, i want you inside me.
Ive gotten locked inside the bathroom (which is hilarious once you escape, though it can be an obese persons nightmare) more than once, played back to back to back David Bowie albums on the juke without complaint or interruption, and have eaten spaghetti and meatballs here with my dog.
If you ever want to get drunk with your mutt, listen to Tom Waits Closing Time in its entirety, all while being bothered by no one, this is your pad everytime. forever.
Doobies is a freaking legend.
I have heard that David Bowie hung out here a lot while he was recording his Young Americans cd. I have also heard a counter-rumor which was a tad bit less glamorous.
My friend wrote me an email detailing what he heard about it. " From what I read about the Bowie legend is that when he recorded Young Americans a bunch of local 15 year olds camped out at the studio. He rewarded the youthful groupies with the first listen of the tracks once they were cut. Bowie, his band, 15 year olds and some big mess-o-acid. Two of those 15 year olds, Bowie's kids as they were called, went on to own Doobies, hence the jukebox."
Either way, simply by having a drink within the walls of Doobies I feel closer to David Bowie.
The drinks at Doobies are pretty cheap. The gin and tonics are always good. They have a decent selection of beer. The bartenders are pleasant which is a nice change from a lot of other places in the area where service means scowling at you and asking 'Wha do ya want! and then rolling their eyes when you tell them. At Doobies, they treat you like a human being instead of the scum of the earth.
They have bar food with a full menu. The jukebox has a lot of good jams. The bathrooms are pretty sweet. They remind me of airplane bathrooms.
I only wish I had more friends in my area so I could go there more. Best neighborhood bar ever...
I went here on a recommendation that is was a fun place to go. Really quirky and all that with board games, juke box, Christmas lights on the walls... You get the idea.
It had all of those things, yet what made itself clear when you walk in the door is that the crowd inside is really tight knit. Make sure you're coming with friends because most likely you won't make any new ones here.
The beer menu was decent, prices were fine, and the ambiance was interesting. However, the vibe from the crowd was a little frigid. I've never had this happen in another other Philly bar. I've often thought of going back, but am turned off by the idea that it might put me in a bad mood.
Smoking sometimes spontaneously erupts inside as well. It is posted smoking only outside (with a designated area), but hey, this is a club house. They'll do as they please.
I've been told that I should give it another try so maybe my rating will change. However, I'm really put off from going back.
What did I miss? People, you know I love me a dive bar like nobody's business. So when my friend told me she was taking me here, I did the happy dance. But guess what? We walked in and it was like the scene in a movie where the needle gets scratched across the record. Crickets chirped. Everyone seemed to stop talking and gave us the stinkeye. WTF Doobies customers? Seriously.
It turned out that we knew some people who were hanging out there that night, and we sat down for a few. But the spell was broken. I felt awkward and out of place. I tried to rekindle the magic, but no dice. Doobies and I did not have a love connection. Sigh. Chuck Wollery, where the hell were you when I needed you most?
I love a good dive bar, but doobie's is just mediocre. The place seems like it doesn't really *want* to be a dive. It's not dirty enough, the music isn't bad/good enough, the patrons are on the mild-mannered side, and they actually have an extensive menu! I'm pretty sure I had an existential crisis in this place - I found myself wondering "If they serve vegan food, can they really be called a dive at all?" (And before you go trying to answer that rhetorical question, consider the bottle of Campari they have placed conspicuously on the bar shelves. Seriously. Campari!)
Nevertheless, I had a positive experience here. Service was good, though the food was slow. I just wish I had anything remarkable to say about the place.
Dirty. Unfriendly hipster vibe. Bartender is...edgy.
Ordered nachos (which were gross) and as I lifted the last stale chip into my mouth, a movement by the bartender's feet caught my attention.
A baby mouse, headed for the kitchen. To reunite with his large mouse family i'm sure. Strangely, the dog that was running around inside paid it no mind.
BUT...
If you've ever seen Doobies, none of this should come as a surprise, and it didn't to me. So I calmly pounded my Flying Fish, closed my tab and left.
Are you a fixed-gear bike kinda guy who regularly wears expensive (but torn) women's skinny jeans, an american apparel v-neck and a keffiyeh draped around your (cold?) neck? Are you appalled when someone orders a cheap, flavorless, Miller Lite as you happily swig pabst? Do you see absolutely no irony about your existence? Well, Doobies is for you.
Everyone else, pound a few miller lites in your living room and head to ten stone.
I don't know what that girl Emily was talking about in the middle of these reviews somewhere, this place was dirrrty. Not a place you wanna take a date. Bathrooms were gross! Definitley a dive bar, and this place was trying to be.
Noticed what George was talking about. This crowd is pretty tight knit. They all seemed to know each other, and nobody seemed too friendly. The jukebox is good, IMO. Lou Reed helped me feel better when nobody would talk to me.
The food wasn't so great. I ordered the chicken dumplings, and they were burnt. The beer selection was decent. One thing I can agree with Emily, is that I also wished I could come up with something remarkable to say about this place. Just another dive bar. Props for being able to get a beer for a few bucks.
What a great little bar. The second time I ended up here there was a benefit going on for cats! I mean, come on who doesn't love cats! There were some great raffles, including free pitchers given away every hour. I love a bar that has no problem having cool little events like this.
I've had a couple great nights at this bar. I've seen the same waitress there and she's always great. Quick to take your order and quick with the food. The bartender trusted us telling him how many drinks we've had at the end of our night. I really like the size of this place. A couple of tables which are pretty close together. Also, they have a decent selection of board games to pass the time, even gamble on! Definitely make it a point to stop here, even if it is just for the incredibly polite staff.
I had my 21st birthday celebration at this quaint little bar, because I was subletting the house next door for the summer with a bunch of friends. Needless to say, I spent a good part of that summer at Doobie's.
Its a great little place--very chill, but also young. The food (much of which is vegetarian or vegan) is pretty good and they have a good selection of beers. You wouldn't want to order a fancy cocktail at Doobie's, but they do make good drinks. Everyone is really nice; its the type of place where the bartenders remember you AND your favroite drink. To top off all the good stuff, they have games! Scrabble and beer are a great combo!
After a night at the Philly Art Museum, I tracked down some Penn grad students and meet up with them here.
First, this place has a serious David Bowie fascination and now I understand why after reading the Yelp reviews.
We had two pitchers of decently priced Yeungling. I followed up later with more of the same and then some of the Flying Fish (which tasted weird).
The weird tasting Flying Fish brings it down a star, and the lack of scenery to check out was also no fun. It was mostly older folks, but I really liked being able to carry a conversation in the bar and not being drowned out by the music
Great, home-cooked food from a shoe-box kitchen, a beautiful old liquor cabinet (book shelf?), wide cedar planks for walls, perpetually wet floors in the closet bathroom.
This is not a place for a date. Have a drink, eat some food, and enjoy good times with your pals. No white-glove treatment here... just down-to-earth friendliness and attention to the few details that really count.
Doobie's is one of those places that feels like it's an old man's drinking bar, but you can go to it while you're still young. The dark wood walls have captured the scent of many years of smoking, and though no one smokes there now, you can still smell it in the air.
It's a cozy place, and it's dark, nearly windowless interior gives you the feeling that when you step outside after hours of drinking you'll find that several inches of snow had accumulated while you were inside - even in September.
A night at Doobie's starts off slowly, but as people start to pile in one by one, it reinforces those feelings of going to a bar in the middle of a snow storm and finding a crowd of other people with the same idea, when everyone should've just stayed home.
The crowd is friendly, the jukebox plays low, the pitchers are decently priced (I wouldn't say cheap), and the food menu is enticing. It's a chill neighborhood bar to stop by to watch the game in good company, play some cards, and relax.
Like many in Philadelphia, Doobie's was the first bar I ever frequented as an underager. Of course, policies have become more stringent due to a recent bust, I believe. Definitely a locals bar, though many have come for the legendary jukebox. In an age of flashy computer screen jukeboxes that charge an arm and a leg for crappy songs, it's great to see one that still exists with an incredible range of music to boot.
The food is no-frills - in fact, most of it is "ding-ding" food (microwaved). Somehow, it always still comes out quite tasty. The beer selection is great, and the tables outside are nice in the warmer months.
I started going to Doobies when I turned 21, about 10 years ago. I lived two blocks away, and It was always a lot of fun and cheap. Go in there on a summer night, it was the kind of sticky, sweaty, drunk scene you might think of when reading about underground speakeasy's and back alley dives. There is definitely a lot of dank, they did not get rid of the dank. Food wise...well, skip it. go somewhere else, go to seven eleven. The prices have gone up a bit over the years, and that comes from new management, as I believe the original owners son runs it now, or owns it, however, its not over-priced. The bathrooms are a little cleaner, but still tiny, and the toilets are at the perfect level for puking into, in case you ate some of the food. But seriously, the food isn't that bad, as long as you don't mind everything from the toaster or microwave, and at 1:30am its fine.
I also agree with other comments, the bartenders have been super-friendly over the years, and when I used to bartend a couple of blocks away, thats where we went after work. Nice guys, knowledgeable about the Philly area and beyond. I still go there when I'm going to one of the several nicer restaurants in the area while I'm waiting for my wife, because I know I will get a good beer and a good conversation. Enjoy.
Doobie's. Good joint. Reasonably priced drinks, low-key and attentive bartender, decent food. Dogs. Cute girls.Not terribly far from Grays Ferry where I reside. This is sufficient reason to give it 4 stars.
Another bar that put's the 'teeny' in Martini, Doobie's is a neighborhood dive with a lot of old-school personality. The bartender was this old dude who was pretty entertaining. The beer was cheap. Exceedingly cheap. I went with a bunch of folks and our tab was so ridiculously low that I thought the bartender was dyslexic. The jukebox was oldschool, as well, which I like. It had the Johnny Cash cover album so I played his rendition of Personal Jesus, which seemed appropriate to the conversation we were having (somehow about Jesus, despite the no religion/no politics rule I have for bars.
If you're going to Doobies, I definitely recommend going all Andre the Giant and bringing a posse.
Doobies is a place worth going, if you've got nobody to impress. It's a great bar to grab a table, a pitcher, and unwind.
They do have a very vegan-friendly menu, but I've never had food there that's been too good. Instead, it's the cheap pitchers, frequent drink specials, and the O'Reilley's stout (which I think is Philly's competitive answer to Guinness) that makes Doobies fun.
It's also pretty cool to see a city bar that has a night-to-night crowd of regulars under 35. If Cheers were indie-rock and in Philadelphia, it would have been called Doobies. Sorry Sam Malone.
Good dive bar with cheap beer. Wood paneling on the walls, extra tables and such stacked around (there must be several fire code violations), and locals just hangin' out.
Surprisingly, there are a bunch of vegan options. The food wavers between average pub grub to pretty good.
If you're in the neighborhood, you could do worse than Doobies.
it's hard to give a bad review to the bar that lives on your block. but doobies, you made me do it.
while the beer choices are pretty decent, there is something moldy and uncomfortable about doobies. maybe it's the closet sized bathroom, maybe its all the dog hair ive seen on the ketchup bottle, i really cant say. yes, it is a haven for dog-lovers, and individuals that need a puppy-fix (guilty!), but unless youre looking for the one of the only places in town that serves abita beer, i would pass.
im sorry doobies, i hope we can still be friends.
Doobie's is a strange but lovely place. It is strange because dogs and humans alike frequent the bar. I like it for 3 reasons. 1- the music is the right volume and you can actually talk to friends. 2- the chili is delicious. 3- they have the board game LIFE there.
Dogs are allowed and board games are shelved and ready for action. Lots of food, BLTs and grilled cheese and even classier bites are available for tasting. not too pricey. can get crowded on a friday or saturday. your table may be just inches from two 26 year old men heavily discussing Dostoyevsky's Brothers Karamazov. No wonder they had no dates. Not quite a dive, that's how i seem to rate most places. more of a corner neighborhoodly bar.
Doobie's is one of my favorite bars in Philadelphia. I love it not only for its close proximity to my house but also their selection homemade vegan goodness. The bartenders are always friendly and attentive and I've never had a bad experience. My only complaint is that it can sometimes be packed from wall to wall with UPenn grad students (which I find particularly annoying because I used to work at UPenn) If you are looking for a quiet drink with friends Dobbies is great but if you're looking for a bumpin time, Doobie's is not your spot.
I don't think one can feel comfortable at Doobies, I am sure it is the neighborhood bar for may folks but in my recollection Doobies is the place you meet secretly for drinks with some one, hiding in a booth under dim lights. Which is exactly what I did years ago on a scandalous yet uneventful date. Don' t remember much else. The date stunk and I never went back.
Doobies is a decent dive bar. You can get a good beer for less than $5, they have quite a selection of micro brews and the special (can of Sly Fox and a shot) is great. I had dinner there this past Friday and the menu is full of interesting flavors (a cheese and apple sandwich on pumpernickel for example) and choices that anyone can find something they would like. From sandwiches to pork chops, it's the kind of place to get a home cooked type meal in a relaxed bar atmosphere. The jukebox is pretty decent too.... Also a place to get a 6 pack if you are on the go in the neighborhood.
Doobie's is a typical neighborhood dive bar. There's not much to see or do, but the prices are decent. The jukebox has a pretty good selection, and it's not too loud to comfortably carry out a conversation with the people around you. I like it.
Neighborhood: Graduate Hospital
Category: American (New)
Neighborhood: Rittenhouse Square
Category: Dive Bars
Neighborhood: Rittenhouse Square
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Neighborhood: Graduate Hospital
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Category: Dive Bars
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