Tom Fischer’s Tavern

This was great neighborhood bar. We were looking for a place to hang out and for my son and boyfriend to play some pool. We came across this place and figured we would check it out. We go inside and the pool table is in a little room by itself, which is fine because you have a window access to the bartender. Everyone in here was friendly and great. My guy actually came in and asked my boyfriend if he could play my son in a game. Now my son is 19 and plays pool but he not like a pool shark or anything. So this guy was awesome, he came in and play a game with my son, but he was showing my son better ways to shoot. This is a place that reminds me of Cheers.

Come out and see Lydia best bartender ever !!! and if Lydia’s not bar tending she waitressing great food awesome atmosphere. Johnny is a great bartender here also very personable an. A great mixer of drinks come out when they are on if you are looking for a great time

I cannot believe this place getting such high reviews, even for a dive bar (and I’ve been to many) it’s awful.
It’s all locals. They only interact with each other. Boring, unattractive red-​neck people.
Unfriendly and slow bartender. Food ok for bar food, nothing special. Portions are large, but who cares if you don’t have the stomach capacity of a manatee? Not even worth bringing home leftovers.
Girl who takes food orders/​cooks (?)/​brings out food is friendly and nice.
Good jukebox! Several TV’s — all tuned to sports, of course. Cash only, has ATM machine with a high fee. Pool table in a separate room, saw nobody using it. Tables and chairs outside for smokers on sort of a deck thing. Can buy beer to go, which is what I did.
I tried this place twice to give it a second chance. The only thing different the 2^nd time the customer next to me was a guy in drag. Or something.

First off– I live in a dry town. Who’d of ever figured that. If I walk east, this is the first bar I come to and the only one in comfortable walking home distance. The drinks are cheap. The beer selection is decent. The take out beer is on point and the food– damn if it’s pretty good too. Oh, and the jukebox is insane. I can play Abba to Zappa and everyone enjoys it. Speaking of everyone– this place is full of regulars. No worries though– by the second round you are treated just like a regular too. Occasionally, there will be impromptu pot luck lunches– which, if you are me means free deviled eggs! Am I gonna bump into these folks at the James Beard Awards, no– but this is a solid, never fail, local joint with everything you want in bar and then some.

Good atmosphere, laid back & chill while still maintaining a nice feel. Really enjoyed my last visit there and very impressed with the service and pricing.

Pretty comfortable spot to hunker down in with a beer. Definitely known to be a friendly neighborhood bar; everyone seemed to know at least one person here.
Kind of an odd L shaped bar with a view of a tv from any spot.
Standard bar munchies. Cash only.

Went here last night for the first time to meet up with friends. I was impressed with how nice it was, but I wasn’t 21 before it burnt down so I am not sure how different it was then. Under 3 blocks from my house makes the perfect walk home! I’ll be back!

Anybody who knows me will tell you I’m a dive bar junkie so it comes to no surprise that I absolutely LOVE this bar. — Cash only, full of (mostly) friendly townies, really good bar food, pool table, an arcade game in the corner that I have never used so I can’t tell you which, CHEAP beers, new aged juke box and the best bartender ever. It amazes me that I don’t know his name and I think he may be the owner but other than not knowing each others names, we are good buddies and he always helps me out when I’m being picky about what kind of whiskey I want. They also have these plastic coins you can score for simple things like moving over a seat for a townie or giving a good tip. You use them for your «closing beer «but the bartender will let you cash it in any time really. The bathroom is terribly small and it seriously frosts over a bit in the winter but it’s all in the charm and never a long wait. The outdoor smoking area is super convenient because it’s big, covered and has a TV. Food and beer can be take out as well. — Unfortunately it burned down some months ago but I see it being worked on and it’s rumored to open again very soon! Keeping my fingers crossed that it’s opened by late Oct/​early November for my birthday!
Side negative note though — the tall, slim biker chick that bar tends occasionally has tried to rip my husband and I off numerous times for happy hour deals. We have come to expect this at almost all of the townie bars around Westmont even after 3+ years and countless nights out at the bars here. Just mention it nicely and you’ll get your deal if this happens.

Really. How has it taken me so long to review this place?
I practically grew up here. I love Fischer’s. Like, if this bar, as a whole, were a man, he’d be burly and tattooed, yet sensitive, and an excellent vegetarian cook with a green thumb and a penchant for writing poetry.
I have met regretable flings here. Long term boyfriends. Rebounds. One night stands. One night friends. Lifelong friends. (And stolen a lot of toilet paper… sorry!)
Sit here alone on a Sunday night. There are only 7 or 8 people at the bar tended by Kevin (seriously the world’s best bartender). You will hear some great tunes, catch some hilarious gossip, and find yourself engrossed in conversation with a fascinating stranger (maybe even me!).
I really wouldn’t be who I am today (a surprisingly responsible adult-​ish gal) without having spent the majority of my 20’s here.
Kevin, Sue, Lydia, Gypsy, and the always amazing Jerry the regular have approved or disproved boyfriends, jobs, educational choices, and living situations for me for as far back as I can remember.
Fischer’s is a dis functional family. Welcome home.

This place is the salt of the earth, and who doesn’t like that? Cheap booze, entertaining clientele and good food when you’ve had too much to drink. Great solid gold country in the juke box and an enjoyable atmosphere that encourages over consumption… love, love, love! The location is an easy bike ride from our house in Haddonfield and part of my famous bike crawl !

The bar itself has an odd shape to it, everyone is facing the wall even though it is a pretty long bar. There is an interesting mix of patrons, many different ages and backgrounds. The music playing from the jukebox is equally all over the place.
We were sitting in booths, and ended up ordering from the bar because we couldn’t tell there was a waitress. The waitress was a bit slow, and disappeared on and off throughout the night. My friends are regulars and said this waitress must have been new, as they did not recognize her.
This place represents the odd mix of people who live in the Collingswood area. It is definitely a dive, and cheap. It works alright to sit down for a cheap drink and a bite.
Small place, don’t come with a crowd.

Great dive bar. Don’t come in looking for anything fancy and you’re sure to have an excellent time. The bartenders are really fast to fill your empty glass and always friendly. The food is phenomenal for where you are. Sometimes the locals are dominating the place but it’s a great spot to have some drinks and dinner

Cheap beer, good food, interesting crowd. If you go here with the right expectations you will have a great time.

Not my scene so to speak i’m more of a dancer, but the drinks are cheap and the food is good! had pizza, buger, wings & those awesome onion rings with that horseradish sauce (we were very drunk, don’t judge, lol) ppl are friendly the service is good they earned their tips from us.

I love this place! The bartenders are so friendly and everyone there is chill. Always fun for the hubby and I to walk over and throw a few back. Highly recommended.

This place is NOT for everybody. But it is for me!
The kind of place where…
–sweatpants aren’t frowned upon
–the beer flows cheap
–two different people ask you whether you love the horseradish sauce that’s served with the onion rings (I did love the sauce).
–the bartender makes you a special shot that tastes like Cherry Garcia ice cream just for the hell of it
–the clientele is a mix of young and old and everybody seems to get along just fine.
If you want to be seen, drink top shelf liquor or fancy microbrews, nibble on small plates, etc, Tom Fischer’s is not the right place for you. But if you want to stay real, I’ll see you at the bar.

If you’ve ever heard the song «One Bourbon, One Scotch, One Beer» by George Thorogood and conjured up an image in your mind of where George would be drowning in his sorrows, then this is that place. If I could describe Tom Fischer’s in one word it would be «cozy.» This is the kind of place where you go to unwind, where you go not be be bothered, where the music isn’t overpowering your conversation. I would also like to add that for a little hole in the wall, they have some decent beer including Flying Fish Exit 8 and Sierra Nevada (only $ 3.50) on draft. We also tried their cheesesteak wrap special which consisted of peppers, onions, and whiz-​delicious for realz! So if you are looking for cheap beer, good food, and a place to relax, then look no further. You have come to the right place.

2009 World Series, Game 1
For reasons still unknown to me (and against warnings from friends, family and spiritual advisors), I agreed to watch game one with a born and raised New Yorker, who had relocated to Philly in adulthood. During discussions of where to watch the game, it was discovered that homeslice had never hung out in the Dirty Jerz, or more accurately, Southern New Jersey. We agreed it was high time to pop that cherry, and I couldn’t think of a more Jerztastic place to do it than Tom Fischer’s.
The bar was packed with Phils fans young and old at game time. Our waitress got right on our drinks and kept them coming through the night. I had always heard great things about the bar food and it was the perfect night for enjoying some greasy grub. Everything we were looking at was priced around five or six bucks, so we ordered three things thinking they would be on the small side. Looking back, I do wish our server would have said something like «FYI, our servings are pretty big here!» or «Save some food for everyone else, fatties!» but we got none of that. What we did get was a huge basket of pizza fries, a heaping pile of nachos with hunks of breaded chicken, loads of cheese and diced green onions, accompanied by salsa and sour cream, and buffalo chicken tenders.
About those buffalo chicken tenders. I am thrilled to report to all city dwellers that you can cancel your Philly Car Share reservations because there is no longer a need to trek all the way to Pic-a-lilli’s in Shamong, NJ. Just hop on PATCO and jump off in Collingswood. Walk east on Atlantic until you are smack dab in front of Tom Fischer’s. No joke, I would not know the difference from TF’s buffalo chicken tenders and the ones they serve at the Pic. The sauce was tangy but not too hot and with a touch of sweetness. I would imagine the wings are comparable but I’ll have to check them out sometime in the future. They also do takeout– happy football Sunday to me!
Our experience was pretty awesome (for me, anyway — the New Yorker was a little butthurt) through the game. The service was good, food was great, game was awesome and the people-​watching was hysterical. Please refer to my «local photo» to see what I mean. After the game, however, things took a turn for the dicey. Without getting into details, let’s just say that sometimes small towns bring out small minded individuals. A slob on the opposite end of the bar made a very loud, obnoxious comment that would have been inappropriate in any setting. It was an unfortunate way to end what had been a really fun night, otherwise. I know it’s not the bar’s responsibility to censor clientele, but it does speak for the types of clientele they attract.

Great reviews already. Yes, this place is a classic jersey dive bar, but with a twist, the food here is better than some of the restaurants in the area. Seriously.
Tucked away like a redheaded step child next to Patco (I’m redheaded, so i can say that) with a small off street parking lot and huge following of fans, this place is probably the best dive bar for anyone over the age of 22 in the area. Under 22? Go to Slates. see my review.
Open until ungodly hours, like 3am I think, the crowd consists of an interesting blend of hardcore redneck regulars, area restaurant staff just off their shifts, the previously reviewed occasional rock-​of-​love/​charm school girls, meatheads, and general neighbors from the area.
Don’t smoke? Be prepared to walk through a permanent cloud outside any portal providing entrance/​egress. Especially the enclosed ‘deck’. Smoke? This is the place for you. Get your food and drink and head out to the deck to puff your face off.
The pool table is usually backed up about four games deep, but playable if you’re pleasant and patient. The bathrooms aren’t the taj mahal, but clean and stocked with towels and soap on a regular basis. Beer is cold, and I swear they have every freaking liquor known to man lining the walls behind the bar.
Large, crystal clear flat screens line the walls, usually all turned to different sports unless it’s hockey season, when it’s all about the hockey.
The food is, for bar food, the best in the area. Wings in a dozen flavors including teriyaki, garlic, and burn your face off. Fries cut thick and prepared in peanut oil so they are crunchy outside yet tender inside, and well salted without being overwhelming. Ribs that fall off the bone, slathered with home made barbecue sauce that can’t be beat. Onion rings are made fresh, and the bets I’ve had in a while, with a delicious beer battering over real thick slices of fresh onion. Even the soleslaw is good. No deep fried pickles, but everything else is delicious, served in large portions, and cheap. Again, perfect bar food.
Beer ranges from cheap to moderate ($ 2 – 5 a pint) depending on what you order, and mixed drinks/​shots are similarly priced. Sue and Tom are usually manning the bar, and pleasant but there to work, so have your order ready and don’t waste their time, lest ye get ‘the look’. Tipping and return visits help to warm them up. There’s a jukebox. Don’t play it the first night there and load it with Abba, or linkin park, or whatever. It won’t endear you to the crowd. Stop in a couple times before saddling up to play your Ricky Martin.
Parking is tight, with maybe twenty spots scattered around the back and sides of the building. after that you’re on your own for street parking. So stop in, order a pitcher of ice cold beer and some wings and enjoy!

Oh, Jersey dive bar, how I adore thee.
Tom Fischer’s Tavern is the type of bar I generally describe as «a great place to watch a Flyers game.» That statement merits closer scrutiny to really understand what I’m saying.
1) This is not a sports bar, this is a hockey bar and it draws a hockey crowd. Hockey fans are a special type of rowdy. I initially was under the impression that this was just a sports bar but then I watched a Phillies in-​the-​thick-​of-​the-​pennant-​race game here the same night as a Flyers game. There was almost no competition whatsover in the crowd’s attention that night; my friends and couple of barflies were the only ones looking at the television screens showing baseball.
2) The beer selection is not what you might refer to as fancy. I ventured so far as to order a Guiness and I was afraid of some burly, angry patron would call me a ‘sissy boy.’ On that same occassion, I kept my jacket on because I was wearing a sweater vest and was afraid of the consequences of being seen wearing a sweater vest at a place like this.
3) Nor is the food. This is very basic bar food, not gussied up in the least. The wings are pretty good, though.
4) Oh, and its not just any hockey team, its the Flyers. A mean son of a gun, Broad street bullies kind of a hockey team. You see this reflected in the crowd here.
5) No credit cards accepted but they have an ATM machine, for your convenience. Also, a cigarette machine.
Great dive bar. Go there and abandon your pretensions, just kick back and watch a Flyers game with a frosty pint of cold American beer.