oh baby. mcgucks. my gizzard rustles in the wind as I make my way to the door. I am a gangster chicken. have all my chains on. I walked in, a cheer arose. got ripped out of my mind. I don’t remember much, but it was kickin.
Andrew S.
Rating des Ortes: 3 Canton, MI
Google doesn’t even have this place on the map. Definitely for regulars only; everybody looked up when I walked in. Guinness was cold, though.
George B.
Rating des Ortes: 5 Charlotte, NC
Ah the local Irish Pub back home… A the tears swell in my eyes to think about the Irish pub back in my town of my youth and the girls left behind. I spent some fun times drinking and blarney and more drinking. I always felt fortunate to be born of the Irish blood. I am happy I got the best part of being Irish, the Liver! Which I abused many on nights and days here at McGuckin’s. Whenever I visit home I always make sure to do three things: church, Mexican town and McGuckin’s. It is a tiny bar but if it was larger it wouldn’t be a much fun. If you are ever is these parts be sure to stop by and raise a pint or two for me! Cheers…