Weggie’s Pub

For one, this place is not closed.
My boyfriend went in there to get a glass of water while waiting for the Bloom Bus. My boyfriend asked him a question about the Bloom Bus and he told him to Leave, Get out. He would of gotten something else, but didn’t even get the chance. He was very rude and called my boyfriend an «asshole».

I know, I know, I’m giving another sketchy dive a 5 star rating, but isn’t that what Unilocal is for!!! Plus it really WAS (sad day, looks like it’s getting renovated into something new) awesome.
My friend Emily took me here first, we ripped it up, she playing Mariah Carey and I playing Guns n Roses on the juke box. It had CD’s in it, not the new-​fangled mp3 ones. They loved Emily at Weggie’s!!! She is the flyest looking girl they’ve had in there in years I’m sure, and she would go quite frequently.
There were 3 bartenders I saw here, 2 with mullets, one without. The skinny one w/​mullet was the silliest, he had been working there for over 15 years. You’d have to have a sense of humor working at Weggie’s for that long. The plump dude with a mullet looked like he was straight out of a kung fu movie, playing the part of the Chinese mafia boss /​kingpin /​pimp. He didn’t dress the part though, what with his t shirt and sweatpants…
We would always get Chinese food from the bigger place near the arches (not the Empire Seafood, or whatever it’s called, though) afterwards, naturally. Because we always left Weggie’s with a great buzz. One time this old Chinese guy gave 3 of us a ride to Emily’s place in Southie when it was snowing! He had been hanging at the bar, chatting with the bartender, and then he ran into us again at the Chinese restaurant! What an awesome old guy, having a cold brew and then getting takeout, just like us youngins!
Wow, memories… always a great /​terrible decision to go here at 9 on a weeknight, and end up going to bed at 4 am. I walked by here the other day and it looks like they are turning it into a place called the Corner Pub… I just hope and pray it’s not owned by the same schmoes who run Ned Devine’s and all the other cookie-​cutter bars in this fair city.

Dayyyyamn, I loved this place.
Requiem for Weggie’s: Sure it was skanky. Sure, I never knew half of the people in the pictures behind the bar. Sure, all the hootch bottles looked like they’d been there since 1987. But damn, if it wasn’t the place to spend December 23 with a certain guy, watching the snow fall, as we recharged ourselves to stagger and search, block by block, for the only place left in Chinatown with a full liquor license to make us a true, old-​skool scorpion bowl.

As Tristan B. and others have noted, Weggie’s is gone. The space has been renovated and replaced by the «Corner Bar.» It’s terribly sad to know that GONE are the days of having Tiny, the not-​aptly-​named Weggie’s bartender, eyeing me suspiciously while serving up my cheap Bud in a bottle. No more will I play SpiderMan pinball while buzzed at a coerced happy hour with my coworkers. It’s a terrible loss for the Leather District/​Chinatown nexus.

WEGGIE’S IS GONE.
Weggie’s, the Moe’s of mine, with just the right amount of dank, the right price for booze, the mixture of actually knowing about it versus stuck in the middle of nowhere, the stiff poured drinks, the lax id check, the clientelle which ranged from T workers to Chinatown laborers, everything about Weggie’s was absolutely perfect. Seriously, there’s no other place that can capture the moment of what a perfect dive is. Where am I going to take a girl to show that I know real dive bars without having to go to the ass end of the earth? And I mean a real dive here folks, not Charlie’s.
I feel like I’m giving a eulogy to a good friend who just died. Seriously, I’ve never been choked up about a bar being closed, but… Weggie’s… Weggie’s was my place! I’m sure the new place (The Corner Pub, or something completely meaningless and generic (I was too distraught to actually take down the name of the place that killed my favorite bar)) will be full of vegan eats, iced mocha lattes, cocktails with at least 8 different blended fresh, fair trade fruits only harvested locally in Peabody Massachusetts, and cost at minimum 10 dollars a drink and 20 dollars an entrée, complete with little bubble imperfections in the glassware so you know it was made by a craftsman that was paid for his artistry. Worse yet is it’ll be another generic Sysco Premium swilling brand with Stella, Guinness, and PBR on tap, and electroshock terrible drinks. I’m going to guess the latter more than the former.
If I had gone more often, I wish I could’ve helped. I would’ve had a Save Weggie’s campaign.
Please, please, raise a heavy pour of cheap vodka and Ocean Spray Cranberry juice in honor of yet another victim of Boston’s total transformation into Yuppieville, Mercedes driving, gotta live in a condo in Chinatown, USA.
5 gigantic, blazing stars forever, Weggie’s, I will remember you forevermore, and you will live on in my heart.

No, never again. I’m sorry, I just had a bad experience at this outskirts of Chinatown dive. This place houses the creepiest old dudes that stare you down from the bar. Nasty.
Plus I don’t appreciate the bartender flickering a lighter at my friends and I to get our attention. He did this while we were sitting away from the bar to encourage us to get drinks. Wow. Really?
I’m being kind and giving it two stars because the drinks are OUT OF CONTROL strong and relatively cheap. Believe me, if I weren’t so freaked out by the crowd it seems to draw in, I’d say this place is an absolute gem. Meh… just not my cup of tea.

I love dives, and this is a dive. But $ 2.75 for a beer, a pool table, a juke box, bring your own food (China town is down the street), and plenty of couriers to look at. The bar tenders are ridiculous, a dirty old man or two sit at the bar and it’s definitely grimy but go with some friends and you can’t go wrong.

My friends and I started the night with dinner in Southie and decided to start an impromptu pub crawl on our way towards downtown. As we were heading towards Chinatown for scorpion bowls we stumbled (not quite literally) upon Weggie’s. Having no idea what to expect we found ourselves overdressed in work clothes, but still having an awesome time drinking cheap beer with a laid back crowd (of the bike messenger type). Boston severely lacks good dive bars but Weggie’s does a superb job of filling the gap!

Weggie’s, my neighborhood dive.
I frickin love this place. I live next door, and it always amazes me the people that are in here. I once used to head home when I needed to pee, but surprisingly enough, the bathrooms are actually pretty decent. Love the short pool table. Love the cheap beer. Love that wedding parties bring their own cases and 30-​packs once the reception is done across the street. Love the décor. I mean, red pleather and old school roller rink lights? Can’t beat it!
And I love Weggie. What a sweetheart.
EDIT March 6: OMG! I live NEXT DOOR to this place and the day I write the review, I am walking the pooch and see that it closed on Feb 29. Where the hell have I been the past few days!!! I’m so sad. I seriously might cry.

Dear Weggie’s,
Because I love your $ 3 glasses of cabernet and potent $ 4 Jack & Diets, I am bestowing you the 5-​star honor despite the awful calibration of your Photo Hunt machine. Please fix it so Deb K. and I can achieve the #1 status we so rightfully deserve.
Love,
Amy

I LOVE WEGGIES! Definitely a dive. Definitely a fun time. Pool table, jukebox, pinball and eclectic clientel. Don’t ask for anything fancy… you won’t find it here. Bring your own crowd or maybe you’ll luck out and become BFF’s with the bike messengers, although, they may have moved on to a new stomping ground. Oh, and bring your own food… everyone else does, and the smell of their CHinese food is gonna make you hungry!
THe best part is the story of how the pub was named… ask the bartender «B» to tell you, or maybe «Weggie» himself will be there!

Weggie’s defined the term «Dive Bar» even before it was cool.
Although its sign boasts food, you will only find booze, as the food has not been served here in a while (and I am not sure that you would want to eat food from here). It is now strictly a bar and it does not let down on that. Bottled beers are in the $ 3-​$ 4 range, mixed drinks around $ 5 with one of the heaviest pours in Boston.
The ambiance is amazing (but not for the faint at heart): always a little too dark; the juke box sometimes fights the sounds of the 2 televisions; red, pleather semi-​circle booths along one wall; matching chairs at the tables and bar; trophies from the Chinatown sports teams that Weggie’s sponsored; remnants of a dance floor; coin operated pool, a pinball machine, and even a photohunt game. You can always find a seat and the clientele is always different (if you are not the only one in the place), a mixture of: regulars, blue and white collar workers, and people who somehow stumbled on the place after leaving South Station.
All in all, great, cheap, good times, if you like it a little rough around the edges.