McMinn’s Irish Pub

Try big black Voodoo from Voodoo brewery

I really really love the food here. Truthfully, the best wings I’ve ever had in my life. My favorite sauce is the garlic hot bbq; I’ve never seen this flavor anywhere else. And their soft pretzels and beer cheese are one of a kind. The pretzels seem to be seasoned with steak seasoning and it complements the cheese so well. On top of amazing bar food, the prices are so affordable! And they have a nice selection of beer. I love McMinns so much, but I could not give it 5 stars because of the poor service. Every time I go here, it takes forever to get waited on and no one ever comes around to check up on us. There’s usually just a bartender when I go and she’s the do it all person so I understand it can get busy. However, the bartender is usually just standing around chatting with the drinkers and never pays attention to anyone else unless you actually go up to the bar to order, get water, pay, etc. Its a shame because the food is soooo good here!

The food was okay and that had plenty of TV’s. My only real complaint was this guy named Jim kept telling me about his job in a steel mill. I really couldn’t care less about his stories so I got up to leave. He stopped me by grabbing my hand. He told me he’s been having these dreams about men and wanted to take me home. He said he lived right up the street and would make me feel good all over. Well needless to say I ran to my car and got the hell out of there.
To this day I’m haunted by the image of him licking his lips and grinding his rear end against the door knob.

McMinn’s is the Anti-​Cheers: The place where if no one knows your name, you’d better leave. Such was our unfortunate discovery this evening.
I’d been meaning to come to McMinn’s for some time, especially when I found out that I could use my Just Pay Half Hot Card here. Tonight, however, when we went to this watering hole that somewhat resembles a castle (it’s in Castle Shannon ironically enough) and caters to the biker crowd, we were ignored by the server who was sitting outside on a bench taking hits off of a cigarette and talking on her cell phone. When we warily stepped inside, we were eyeballed by a bunch of regulars who seemingly took over the bar. No other servers were in sight, and we were not greeted or seated by anyone who works there (even a ‘sit where ya like’ would have sufficed). After hearing a half-​ton of foul, aggressive language directed at a video poker machine, which was being shaken and kicked violently, we felt uncomfortable, unwelcome and bailed.
All we wanted was some pub grub, bub.
P. S. I know they have a menu. I do remember seeing one online somewhere a little while ago.
P. P. S. They weren’t THAT busy. C’mon.
P.P.P.S. You’d think it would be kind of quaint based on the name.