Falco's Tavern - Robesonia

It's been 4 years since I've been here. I noticed a new sign out front, friendly new people behind the bar and what looks like a new owner. The beer cooler has a nice selection of craft beers that are priced cheaper than anywhere else in the area. Smoking is still allowed in the bar but you hardly notice it. The kitchen food menu varies daily and the selections are minimal but Ive been told that the food is delicious. Had some good conversation with some friendly locals at the bar which made me feel welcomed this time around. The darts and pool table are always a good time. Every now and then there is a hotdog stand and a chili pot set out next to the darts for $1 chili dogs. The place usually gets crowded the most on late night weekends.

Been here many times, usualy one or two people at the bar very occasionally there maybe upwards of 10 , usually a group so not so social to new comers, definetly fits the local hang out bill .... Roby house is a block up the road and mostly has a lively crowd on the weekends , i would personally recommend the later.

Yikes. I need to chew some xanax just thinking about this place. Last time I was there I felt like I was trapped in a bad episode of the Twilight Zone, mashed between two hillbillies I went to high school with and sweating like a pig at Berks Packing all to the soundtrack of Friends With Tractors. First off, there are some good things about this bar. Number one: It 's one of the biggest dives you can imagine and that can be very cool, especially if you are catching up with old friends and don 't need the loud, annoying bullshit. Two: Great jukebox (now if only I could get my f*cking song in before this line of slack jawed, Banker 's Club-gulping boys decide they are all going to play Nickelback or I Got Friends In Low Places for the hundred and tenth time). Three: Shuffleboard table. Yes, yes and f*cking yes. The bartenders aren 't always the friendliest. However, I will be the first to admit that I 'd be pissed as hell if I had to serve the same rowdy, loud mouthed Conrad Weiser graduates night after night (the CW being my alma mater, I know how much of a pain in the ass we can be). But for f*ck 's sake, have some of these people ever smiled? Oh God, in the winter this place is like a watering hole in Mother Russia. The older female bartender with the giant rack--well I seriously have never seen her crack a smile. I 've been going to Falco 's since a ripe young age too. She 's shot looks across the bar that suggest when she finishes her beef jerky stick she 's going to crack a cinder block over someone 's head. This woman is NOT f*cking around and will probably choke slam you if you **** her off. Sounds fun, right? Kind of. Like I said, if you 're (A) catching up with friends (B) a raging drunk that wants to sit more than ten hours and get cooked or (C) a seventeen year old kid with a fake ID gettin your ya ya 's out. The biggest problems....... the ambiance sucks ass and the drink selection sucks ass. It 's kind of like hanging out in your grandparent 's moldy basement with the brown recluses and pop corn ceilings. And don 't even ask about a f*cking cocktail because you will get shut down so fast it 'll make your head spin. My exact conversation with the bartender (FACT): What do you have? Everything. Can I have a cosmo? What 's that? Eh vodka, cranberry and triple sec. In a martini glass. We don 't make no fancy drinks here. Ok then. What do you have for beer? Everything. Can I get an IPA. What 's that? Bartender getting more pissed. India Pale Ale. Bartender extremely pissed. We don 't have it! Blue Moon? Don 't have it. I thought you had everything. Me grinning. Miller, Pabst, Yuengling. I take the Yuengling and shut up before I am dismembered, put in the freezer, stuffed into a jar of red beet eggs and given away as the prize on Bingo night.