Flanigan’s Bar

Do yourself a favor. Do NOT go here. Just like a previous post said, This place, along with its massive amount of middle-​aged women trying to get laid by singing Shania Twain and Bön Jovi, is depressing and pathetic. Spot on. The karaōke is absolutely dreadful. Nothing Irish about this bar besides the fact that it serves alcohol.

I’m writing this review based on the last 3 years although I grew up in Marquette and have been in Flanigan’s many times before. First off, Michigan passed the smoking ban so this place is fine regarding the smoke, except there still is a lingering smell. The food here is non-​existent however they are starting to push the Dano’s pizza, so I will go and try during my time back. As for this place being an Irish bar, well I have never known it to be one, nor is there a true Irish pub anywhere in Marquette with exceptions to Wild Rover. Just don’t expect it and you’ll be fine. Now the only reason why I go there is because it can be pretty difficult finding places to hang out at where people go and stay. Flanigan’s during karaōke is one of those places to go. So if you take anything from this review, its that if you want to go where the people are then drive by, if the lot is full, stop in and grab a beer. Don’t expect to 5 star but more of a solid 3. See you over the holidays Flanny’s!

This place, along with its massive amount of middle-​aged women trying to get laid by singing Shania Twain and Bön Jovi, is depressing and pathetic.
Nothing more, nothing less.

This place was empty when I walked in the door. What can I say about it. I think it’s a Sports bar! It was clean. The bartender was really friendly. I would go back. I hear the Karaōke is good. The drinks were cheap.

This is a dumpy bar for dumpy locals. I don’t know why that other reviewer would even dream of eating there — yuck! The place is like a giant ashtray, which is just what you’ll smell like after a night out here. The beer is crap and so is the service, but sometimes, that’s what I’m looking for. Start your thursday out at the Ramada, then stumble across the street for karaōke!

Least authentic Irish bar that I have ever gazed upon. Irish flags don’t make you Irish and this place proves it. Food was so unauthentic my grandmother placed a curse on Flanigan’s Bar from the grave.