Gallaghar’s Victorian Pub

Local dive bar. Doing what it’s suppose to do, be divey. I dove my ass up in this g thang around one am. The foxy bartender only works on Tuesdays. I come on Tuesdays just to drink and talk to her. She is Hella cool. We talked about everything. Somebody played salt n pepa push it on the jukebox. Yeeessss!

Yeah, this is a dive bar, but that’s what we want. Two pool tables, jukebox, and dome entertainment from the staff as the owner does not have enough well bottles to
Cover the demand. Nancy is a great bartender, known her for years, but needs more hours or less days, go figure. It’s a good little hole in the ground but needs some Press! Parking available, but cement posts could present a problem for the alcohol or sight challenged.

stopped in here by choice/​chance, curious about what’s happening here with all the bar turnover in the ‘dro.found there’s a new owner (dave) here, no happy hour, cool with that.:
drink with 5 – 7 bartemder
gin/​tonic (4)
–average, ok
some sweet tahitian drink (8)
–needs some polish but pretty good stiff drink
spend time with a self-​proclamed spanish guy who loved to tell jokes:
’”what do you call mexicans who sleep in the afternoons?” his answer: «loafers»
i objected. i reminded him this could be the precedence to the present day «power naps». he didn’t buy it. saying i was giving him a hard time.
drink: different bartender takes over, ordered her speciality
-*vodka, ?, jagermeister splash (8)
tasted like straight water, comes in a short glass
when challengened, bartender says i drunk one already in a manhatten-​looking glass. straight out lie. never got nor drunk anything in a manhattan-​looking glass…
–jokester’s «girl friend» who was by my side, disappears.
on draught:
–either bartender is out to fleiss new patrons or tryijng to protect liquor license.
since it’s only my 3^rd drink, no reason to suspect public drunkenness (my opinion)
–if i was drunk, no need to take my $$ nor tip, no notice just grab my $$ & went,
could have refused to serve me. cool with that. sense this isn’t just a drunk issue but racial profiling. since i caught them. they claim i was drunk. HA!
–maybe that’s why nobody’s drinking here. not even white people.

Just a regular bar with a couple of pool tables,

Born and raised in San leandro, my cousins and I had never stepped foot in a San Leandro bar. One night we got the crazy idea to do a San Leandro bar crawl. Gallagher’s was the 2^nd stop out of the 3 bars we were going to hit up.
Like most said, the crowd is mixed. There were a few douchey looking guys. I was a little nervous stepping into this shady bar. Afterall, this isn’t one of those trendy bars in San Francisco. We’re talking San Leandro here. To our surprise, everyone was pretty welcoming. It was someone’s (Veronica?) birthday that night, so within 30 seconds of stepping inside, we were asked to sing her happy birthday and were offered some birthday cake.
Anyway, the drinks are strong and pretty reasonable. Well drinks were four bucks, and my Captain Diet was only five bucks.
We shot a few rounds of pool. ($ 1 /​round). Put a few bucks into the juke box. (There’s no music otherwise).
To say the least we never made it to San Leandro sketch bar number three, but we did hit up Jack in the Box, which is conveniently across the street) after closing time.

Most likely known to many as «the Vic», this San Leandro hole-​in-​the-​wall bar is recognized as a homey place for its locals. Located right off of the Washington Ave exit across from the Walgreens, you’ll find yourself wondering, «Why is there a bar here?», believe me I was befuddled the first time I seen it. This place is so hole-​in-​the-​wall that I can’t find a picture of it on Google. Well, not the first few pages at least. I was introduced to this bar by my co-​workers at Peterson Tractor. They go on regularly and enjoy a couple of pitchers to ease the hard work week. Drinks are decently made, the beer isn’t ridiculously priced, and there is a nice juke box with today’s tunes.
I like places like these because it reminds me of the way «America» used to be. America with it’s steel workers and brick-​layers and all that blue-​collar, work a «dollar-​a-​day» for an «honest man’s wages» kind of deal. When I picture the Vic, I am reminded of the U2 song, «These are the hands that built America». Anyways, it’s just a bar. They don’t serve food neither. Walgreens can supply chips. Hell, the guys sometimes order pizza delivered there.
The Vic has limited seating, two pool tables, a dart board and a big TV. Last I heard they installed a couple of gaudy LCD’s to guide the eyes of sports fans. They like to turn on to MMA and wrestling there, so if you’re into that kind of stuff and around town, duck into the Vic and have a pint. I find myself having a good time the few times I been there. I think I should make another pilgrimage there myself.

Stopped in here one day to check it out. Love the name, but the front of the bar does admittedly look like a converted fast food restaurant.
Once inside, it has all the trappings of a good east bay dive bar. Maybe cuz it was early, but the bartender– she was not too friendly. Not unfriendly, mind you, but definitely not one for chatting. That’s fine, but I hope that she warms up later on in the evening. Guess I might give this place another try. Maybe.

neighborhood bars … well this place only cracks on weekend. Other then that this bar little rough. If you out of pocket you getting your azz beat and thrown out every weekend its like that rofl!
It’s a mix crowd and diverse jukebox. Other then that just my one stop spot before i head home.
Have me a cold brewsky or a raging bull n im coo for the night =)

Pros: cheap domestics on tap during happy hour ($ 2.75); loud but good music from the jukebox; 2 pool tables; friendly & courteous bartender
Cons: the vibe was a bit white trash, like every other guy in the place was a skinny white guy who looked like a source of coke, meth or weed (not that I’d know firsthand, I’m just saying if the COPS camera crew showed up and hauled one of these guys off, he wouldn’t look out of place on the show next week)

My friend and I were lost, looking for a bar. I mean like we couldn’t find a single freaking bar. Suddenly, like an oasis, she spots the bud or whatever has to mountain range, neon sign and goes, is that a bar? Lo and behold it was. The bar has two pools tables, way too big for the space alloted. Bar has an urban flavor, cash only, bartender totally rocked. There is an internet juke box and the music being played was pretty diverse.
The funniest thing that happened was when one guy got up to go smoke, but he was gone so long the bartender thought he had left. Hell I thought he had left. Another couple took his space, then they got up to go smoke and covered their drinks in typical bar fashion. The other guy missed them by seconds and sat down and proceeded to drink the beer. The bartender squealed and hurried over to tell him that wasn’t his drink. The guy started to debate with her, like no, this is my beer. She started to think that she had lost her mind and looked over at my friend and I. I of course, never minding my own damn business backed her story. The guy continued to tell her she was wrong and drank the beer. He finished the beer sat for a minute, put on his coat and left, once again missing the other people by seconds.
Freaking hilarious.