No, not that 700 Club. Up this row home-based boozer's creaky stairs is a tiny dance floor where (usually awesome) DJs and some incredible mixed drinks are sure to have someone grabbing some part of yours and laughing about it, usually right before her boyfriend who isn't laughing about it shows up and ruins everything. Something that you totally wouldn't have to worry about if it was that 700 Club.
They say it’s a sports bar but maybe it's a club or a 1980s fraternity house… or a bowling alley, or a disco minus all the disco. Who cares? Its wristband happy hour specials make this place a go-to for cheap boozing, at least until the guys currently living in 2010's fraternity house show up.
Going to Philly's largest (and presumably only) "Irish Pub, nightclub and entertainment complex" can't possibly go wrong unless a few too many drink specials, like $1.50 Yuengling drafts, mean you find yourself at their occasional all-male strip sho.... OMG how can I unsee that?!?!