Bars tend not to be named after things evocative of their patrons -- no one writes plays while guzzling at The Bards, and the only chanting in Monk's is for more beer. For a more accurately inspired watering hole, try the Blockley Pourhouse.
An airy 140-seat affair where rustic touches (exposed brick, raised, hardwood-floored dining areas) accent modern industrialism (black/gray bar w/ metal stools and plasmas framed in steel mesh; space age orange and maroon corner lounge), Blockley is named after a nearby 19th Century insane asylum, a place whose inhabitants acted like the sort of wildly entertaining nut-jobs you long to emulate. To get you there, the full bar's complemented by a dual 12-draft system pouring Irish classics from Guinness to Smithwick's, local brews like Yards Philly Pale, Victory HopDevil, and Stoudt's Pils, plus rotating micros like Tröegs Hop Back and Long Trail Double Bag, the ale-batross of supermarket checkers worldwide. Meanwhile, the reasonably priced menu (nothing over $15) offers inventive snacks like lobster pierogies, fried oysters, and jerked chicken nuggets, as well as sandwiches like the house smoked pulled pork, filet mignon, and New England clam roll; entrées include pork chop schnitzel, beer battered fish & chips, and beef short ribs done up Flemish style (if you want it any other way, you're Wal-loony).
Although the initial entertainment lineup's a mash-up of bands and DJs, plans are in the works to book live music seven nights a week -- so if the neighbors are looking for peace, they'll get Nun.