32nd Street Pub

Locals only. Very locals only.
Dark and musty, this a true North Philly neighborhood corner bar. The only reason I stepped foot in the door was to find a particular brand of malt liquor that I was searching for.
I walked the length of the bar and scoped out the taps and bottles of beer behind the counter, looking for signs of the elusive blue bull I was searching for. In turn, the barflies and bartender thought I was a casing the place for the money box. Once my motives were spoken to all, we were all cool and on good terms. No, I didn’t find my malt of choice, but left knowing I could get a cheap brew without being gutted, in this utmost, undesirable part of the city.
It feels like you are in a stranger’s basement, so word to the wise, make good with the locals and you’ll be trouble free in its cozy confines.