Luzerne County, PA.


Named for The Chevalier de Luzerne -

 the French Minister to the United States during the Anglo‑American peace negotiations of June 1781.


The crown. The mark of royalty. This symbol denotes a tavern with an overall excellence that exceeds the norm.

 The foamy mug marks a specific  feature that is noteworthy.

Normally when a bar goes out of business the location will never again house a tavern. Often the liquor license is sold to a distant entity.  The phoenix marks pubs that have defied the odds and reopened after having been silenced.

Not every pub that says its Irish is Irish but the ones that are and the ones that have great St Patrick's Day events will be identified with this brand.

The screw. The sign of gross injustice or disservice.  AmericanTom believes that people go to their local watering hole to escape their day to day grind and troubles.  In a way, servers and barkeeps are like actors - orchestrating a great play whose cast are their customers. Some of the things that can generate a screw are: great disparity between how regulars and visitors are treated, rudeness or utter incompetence.

Most businesses have a neutral attitude toward motorcyclists.   The HD logo marks taverns that openly welcome those who arrive on scooters.

Inflation sucks. It sucks away your buying power.  If you can still buy a beer for one dollar - you will see this sign.

Seafood is a class of food all by itself.  Clams have little competition - few foods are better when done well and few foods can cause more problems when improperly served. See the clam next to a bar's name and it shows where tasty clams have been enjoyed!

I like Reading, PA. In spite of being Pennsylvania's most dangerous city there are a lot of cool things to do here. One of the best is that "our" beer is back. You can have your big, national (and often foreign-owned) brands.        I  am happy that Old Gus has come home!  Taverns serving this delicious brew will have this icon.

Have a cold one on the deck!

Plymouth, PA


[April 2009: REVIEWER - BEDS]  -   

Thank goodness for the lights out front in the window, particularly the "Stegmaier" light.  Otherwise you might not know to go in this place and, if you did, you would certainly turn around and walk out if you were thirsty, for all you see is an empty store front selling lottery tickets and candy.  However, for the persistent, if you walk straight back past the games of chance (or highly regressive tax as some call them) you enter the 1960's all over again in the form of a very clean bar.  Four drafts on tap including Yuengling light lager but the one to have is the local Stegmaier Gold Medal, a Wilkes-Barre standard since 1857 and still made just across the river.  You get it in a small sham glass and still get change if you give her a single.  Yes, it just might be the 1960's!  There is an older lady that owns the bar now, and runs it herself after her husband passed on.  She is nice and professional as well as mellow and a bit reticent.  You get the feeling she misses her husband and the good times they had there. 
We were there on a weekday at 11:30am and were the only ones there sipping "Steg" until an older gentleman came in, was greeted by name and can of non-alcoholic beer.  The price is right was on television.  There's a sparse selection of liquors behind the bar, mostly Jacquins brandies.  Recommend hitting this place while you still can as there are not many of these old school joints left.