O’Connell’s Pub

Before a Broadway show, I stopped here to get something to eat. Most of the places were crowded and I couldn’t get a table, but luckily we were able to get a table here and didn’t have to wait. We had very little time to eat so luckily the food also came out fast. The service was good. The food was not very tasty. I was really looking forward to my shrimp, broccoli and pasta dish, but it ended up not being that great at all. This is a great place to go if you are in a rush and in a bind, but other than that I suggest going elsewhere because the food isn’t that great. I gave this place 3 stars because the food was decently priced considering the location, and the food was large portions.

Good guiness

The fact that the first beer they served me tasted like shoe sweat I’m never coming here again. The fish and chips were ok, but they need to clean their taps before j can recommend this place

Not really a pub. Music was turned up to 11 even with only a few patrons. Impossible place to converse. Kinda spendy for what it is.

good selection of beers and pub food friendly enough i should be back cute waitress

oh no. this place seems like a «good ol pub», but no. Its dead inside except for fridays and saturdays when there is a line out the door composed of 18 – 22 year old college guys acting a fool. Beer is fine (the taps are clean) but its the same price as all the other bars in the neighborhood. The servers and bartenders are very nice however, all the good service and décor gets overshadowed by the people that go here. Rowdy «younginz» go here for what i think is low priced booze. Gin mill also has this type of crowd as well but the BIG difference is that theres an authority at the Gin mill. «If you act crazy. you’re out» At O’connells it seems theres no consequence for acting a mess. If only I came here when i was 21. Oh and also the chicken fingers were like bricks. I can make due with any type of fried chicken stick.finger.whatever if I have some buffalo sauce on the side but, with O’connell’s chicken fingers… i can’t. They even had Buffalo sauce on the side. If ANYTHING, go to this pub on weeknights and weekends before 8pm and then its you’re run of the mill pub.

I am gonna give this place 4 star for the below reason:
— go when you are a bit drunk so that you don’t mind the crazy crowd standing all around you
— watch out for the crazy old man who gets all the attention from the drunk young ladies wanting to dance with him and take photos for their memorable NYC night out
— becareful of the jilted young ladies who do not get enough attention and yell at you for not hitting on her «the old guy is getting more ASS than you!» Um. I am not interested?
— make sure to stare at the tall blonde with the short red mini skirt because it is SHOWTIME.
Have a great time!

Plus = 1 open table
Minus = they don’t serve food!
Plus = byof (bring your own food!)
Minus = 1:2 girl: guy bathroom stall ratio
Plus = Open past 1am on a Sunday
Minus? = the 1 hilarious guy yelling WOOOO! YEAH! and furiously clapping for 49ers in football game, whom everyone seemed oddly perturbed by
Plus= the hilarious guy who, after the NY Giants won, ran over to the loud SF fan, shook him, and went «WOO!» *CLAPCLAPCLAP* (Whole bar laughed/​cheered/​clapped.)
Minus = the circus of 50+ who flooded the bar after the game like a white-​people convention after-​party, making my date fearful
Plus = the door guy who responded to my, «Where did all these white people come from?» with a shaky «HELL.»

This place sucks. I came here for a birthday with a big group. After a little bit, one of the employees was told to move tables and chairs. He basically just started pulling them out from under people. He was hitting people with tables and bulling his way through even though we were a big group hanging out and drinking. I’m sure the owner would appreciate that half the group left after. What a douche. Plus it was freezing and they couldn’t turn the heat on apparently. I will never come back here.

Okay, I’ll be honest. It’s pretty gross. It smells like a mix of piss and body odor, the bartender is at least 65, and the clientele are an odd assortment of broken down middle aged men with strange maladies — we counted one broken arm, one face wound (with a band-​aid apparently holding his nose on), a gimp, and an elderly, deaf dog bedecked in football paraphernalia. Quite the crowd.
That said, this pub is EXACTLY what it says it is, and doesn’t pretend to be anything else. You go here to drink a damn beer and watch the damn game. There are no mirrors in the bathroom; you go to pee, not to primp.
The lack of pretense would earn O’Connell’s more stars if the beer actually tasted decent. A Blue Moon and a Yuengling both tasted remarkably stale.

This is as bad as it gets after 10 PM any night of the week. The bar has seen some changes over the years from new ownership to removal of it’s character. It is a very good day time bar still. Very open with lots of TVs and friendly bartenders.
It use to be call Cannon’s and was around 50+ years. Change is good, but in some cases adding to the mousetrap is better than reinventing the mousetrap.
The old place had character, charm, the smell of a good bar, friendship, a place were everyone knows your name. Just read the reviews. Many of the new customers seem to think it is a dump…
This is not a place for everyone, but if you like beer muscles and fresh vomit, enjoy…
Be your own judge, but remember there are other choices after 10 PM.

Cannons… This place sucks now. Don’t get me wrong, the beer is cheap, but it’s the crowd that sucks now. Don’t plan on going before 11pm, you will be the only one at the bar.
The place has ALWAYS been a haven for underage kids. Babies would be served booze here. The problem is that the clientele has shifted from being Columbia students to Manhattanville kids. This pub has always been rowdy, expect beer to be spilled. The new kids are all coked out and looking to fight all the time. Considering that they fill this place to the brim, you can expect a lot of pushing, and kids that want to fight when you knock into them. Mike used to kick them out, but that was before he was ‘bought out’ by the other owners.
The place has totally lost its appeal.

Great Weekday Pub, Nightmare on the Weekends.
Since I first moved to the UWS, O’Connell’s has been my local pub. The bartenders are chill and I love the Irish pub feel to it.
HOWEVER, recently I’ve been steering clear because the owners, who used to be the chill Irish, FDNY, kind of guys, felt that they needed to hire a Jersey Shore kid to start spinning on the weekends – «DJ Situation» as I like to call him, has attracted some of the youngest, snakiest people, who don’t even live in the area.
This crowd is SO different from the weekday crowd.
By 10pm on a Friday night, they’ll turn off the rolling stones and start POUNDING house and dance music and KIDS from all over hear the beat somehow and they follow it like rats into the pub.
On the weekends for some reason they import The Situation and about 15 of his skankiest Jersey «Snooki Wannabes» from across the river to overflow the pub like a meat-​packing district club. On Fridays they charge at the door (which doesn’t really matter, because even with the worst fake id, the bouncer will let in any 16 year old if she’s wearing a leopard skirt.)
To make a long story short – New Yorkers, this pub is actually AMAZING during playoffs or during the week-​when the locals drink, but please be advised, stay away during the weekends!
P.S…Hey, Jersey Shore Kids… You’d be much better off if you were to just go downtown to strip dance to Rihanna. You’re not hot, you’re just annoying and you’re costing this business money from locals.)

This place was much better when it was Cannon’s. After new ownership, it got pretentious and lost its dive bar identity. Cannon’s was the LAST place you went to after you got kicked out of every other bar on broadway, and after the bars on Amsterdam cut you off. The place to get drunk, not hook-​up. Where you could shoot pool until 4 AM 7 nights a week. There were no windows for nosy passers-​by to peep you out while you fell off your stool. Now, the place actually has windows, booths, and at one point had a even had jazz-​brunch. Even the pool table is gone. Eww. Now you have to stumble down to Tap a Keg if you want anything close to the Cannon’s experience. Sad Sad Sad…

Once a year or so, out of desperation, I duck into this place hoping that it will be good again. I’m always disappointed.
This is the second (or maybe third) incarnation of the bar that used to be known as Cannon’s a few years ago. Cannon’s was a gritty Irish pub with old guys with red noses who would chat with you and argue with you and then pat you on the back later and say they like you. They are probably all dead now, but it was a nice memory.
From the outside, the bar is a beautiful corner bar in the Irish tradition — an aesthetic that hasn’t translated well to the interior, which is bland. The new owners have redecorated this priceless space with all the ambiance of a mobile home. In the summer, it’s always too hot and in the winter it’s always too hot.
The bartenders are universally surly and inattentive. They act like they don’t want to be there and even if the place is empty you will have to bang your glass on the bar to get their attention. During my last visit I wanted to smash the bartender’s cellphone because he made love to it all night. Be as friendly or polite as you like and tip as high as you can — they will not respond any differently.
There are a bunch of new high-​definition TVs that they haven’t figured out how to put the high definition channels on and I doubt they ever will. The music is a bland mix of U2, 90s rock and U2 unless there is a major sporting event on – then they will have karaōke instead. They aren’t trying to attract sports fans even though the Village Pourhouse around the corner is always packed to the rafters.
Just a sad waste of space. Crappy bartenders. Depressing patrons. It can’t qualify as a dive or even an old man bar because it’s not that interesting. I encourage people to stop going here so that they’ll be forced to sell it to someone who might make it better.

I’ve been here before and had a good time, so when my friend dragged me here for a few beers before I went to dinner with an ex-​girlfriend, I didn’t say no.
However, this was a bit of a different experience. While I will say that the place is a great location with a good selection, I can’t really compliment it’s clientèle. While we were enjoying our beers we noticed that everyone was old, dirty, and male. Nothing pleasant to look at!
Then there was the dogs. By all means, I am a dog lover. But the dudes here were over the top. One guy brought in two mutts and they had a run of the place. Guys were picking up the dogs and kissing their bellies and it was all very odd. These were pit bulls, mind you.
At one point the dog owner slipped a very quiet old gentleman a wad of 100’s. Suspicious? No… YES! We started to think this was the monthly dog fight club meeting. Ridiculous.
Anyway, I was quite buzzed for dinner and that made things easier! Haha.

STORY TIME!
I went there in October of 2009 with my roomie and her good friend Steve. It was during the World Series, and since I live in Yankee Town, it’s almost law that I go out and celebrate, no matter how much I could care less about the sport. I enter the bar with these two and am surrounded by a dark atmosphere. I say «dark» is a cozy way, not in a creepy way. Various televisions glowed around the perimeter of the inside, volumes blasting so you could hear the latest Yankee RBI in surround sound… multiplied by eight. While my two friends shared reasonably-​priced pitchers of Bud Light, I nursed my Magner’s (oh, thank goodness they had Magner’s) while watching the game in a vain attempt to understand… or, for that matter, care.
Two things that should never be in a bar are small children and German Shepherds. Apparently, those rules flew out the window as a small child was chasing a German Shepherd around the bar. Despite realizing the illegality of this, I found myself quite amused by this as I was not into this baseball game. Eventually, I had to give in. I soon learned that when the Yankees scored, the dog barked. Our friend Steve told me to clap when the dog barked, because that means the Yankees did something splendid. That being said, months later, whenever I hear a dog bark, I get this unexplainable urge to start clapping.
Odd.
If you like cheap beer and lots of TVs to watch, here’s the place to go! You never know WHAT kind of people you may find in there either. Maybe even an animal or two!!!

A pub is a pub… is a pub. Nothing special about this place except that the beers are decently priced. It was quite loud, there were definitely underage kids, and I almost got hit in the face with a dart on the way to the bathroom.
Also, the stools are NOT COMFORTABLE. Make this a quick pre-​game stop.

I came here with a friend whom I hadn’t seen in about 6 months. We wanted a quiet place to have a few drinks and catch up. There is a bar in Madrid in la Puerta del Sol also named O’Connell’s. It’s where all the English-​speaking people hang out in Madrid, and also the only place you can get American-​style cocktails. Anyway, we thought it was fitting to catch up at a place that bared the same name as the infamous O’Connell’s in Madrid.
For the first hour, we got exactly wanted we wanted: a chill bar with reasonably priced drinks that had the Cal game. Around 11:30pm – this was a Saturday – god awful music started blaring and the placed filled up with rude, seemingly underage Columbia students (or maybe we’re just getting that old?). I thought I was back at the frat house when the boys in the polos started chugging beer straight out of the pitchers. At several points, while my friend was in the bathroom, I had to tell people that they could only sit in my friend’s stool until she came back. They immediately stood up, but who takes a stool without asking?
If this is the crowd you’re looking for, then come to O’Connell’s. Otherwise, try it at an off-​peak hour.

— Reasonable drink prices
— Sports/​dive bar
— Good for big groups