The wings are good, better than most. The outside bar can be fun. Thursday Bikers night with $.25 wings. The inside allows smoking… YUK! The sign outside changed a while back and has the name 31 Sports Bar — Grill.
Brian C.
Évaluation du lieu : 4 Pittsburgh, PA
Bike nights on Wednesday with $ 0.25 wings. I’d come back on a bike night.
Ang T.
Évaluation du lieu : 2 Oakdale, PA
I’ve been here for several shows and I like the room with the stage except for the pole in the middle which is really annoying. Parking is limited and several times I’ve had to park across the street and walk over. The parking lot is really awkward to get in and out of too up a steep hill. They charge $ 3.75 for a Bud Light which is a little pricy in my opinion… other bars in the area charge $ 2.75. Smoking is permitted in here and the ventilation is terrible so you will leave smelling like an ashtray.
Josh W.
Évaluation du lieu : 3 Bridgeville, PA
Sometimes I have a great time at RPM’s and sometimes it’s yuck. They have a great outside tiki bar and allot of places to sit I usually only go here during the summer when it’s warm
Darren W.
Évaluation du lieu : 3 Pittsburgh, PA
This past Saturday night, my lovely ladyfriend took me to RPM’s to witness the aural metallic majesty of… Powerslave, an Iron Maiden tribute band. Yeah, I’m a metal fan. Deal. RPM’s seems to specialize in cover bands and the occasional real act from the distant past that decided to put out a new record and hit the road. I saw solicits for a Who tribute band and an Ozzy/Black Sabbath group called Black Sunday. Chi-town doom metal legends Trouble played there last year with local power/prog upstarts Icarus Witch. White Lion(!) was supposed to play there in November but cancelled. They do serve food, and it’s typical bar munchies ‘n grub. I got a cheeseburger which was ok with homemade potato chips which were excellent. There are games, a dartboard, and a pool table. You’d never expect to find such a place buried in the suburbs of Bridgeville amongst the big box stores and strip malls. I kept forgetting that I wasn’t in Lawrenceville, Mt. Washington, or my native Brookline. So go and stomp your feet, thrash, and punch air to a bunch of regular guys with day jobs pretending to be your idols, and have a gas along with ‘em. Make sure you take an old friend too, one who likes the same back-in-the-day stuff you do. P. S. They really need to fix the door on the stall in the gent’s bathroom.