Mulligans' Pub & Eatery — Restaurant in Boise

Unmatched in-structure!

Mebe too often this writer tends to review a spot as if he's a dog-gone rest-rant critic, a solo, travelin' observer and scribe. PHOOEY! For the most part, a 'stablishmint' -- esp. a bar -- should be viewed for what it makes possible, not for the gifts or pitfalls it presented our dear me on a slew of 'kay-shins'. Consider Mulligans, on Main Street, in Boise. A BOUNTY of offerins.. HUMMIN at a steady third gear. Pinball 'sheens allow for pinaball wizdree.. that's the gist, sweetheart. Pool your Thang? There's 3, count 'em, three dog-gone tables. (maybe four, may've missed one). Let's tip our hats to those operators who keep these things operatin. ("you got to keep them oper-ate-in.. HEY! ").. And the centerpiece, as it shed be, a glory of a nearly full-horseshoe bar. SOLID. Mann'd by a fine 'sort-mint of alternative rockers.

So you're ent-rin from Main, and what do you See? what do ya smell what do you heh? As my pa said, "first pressions last." Yep the fame pat-o, poplaid by a motley crew of smokin' 'thooz-ists. Danger? Hey na, danger awfin sprangs from the un-spectid. Here, you know where things line up. It's the gosh-darn pat-o. Ev-one 'serves their special place. A place for 'em and no one else. You wanna 'prive em dat so you can hev yet another Outdoor Pristine Spear-ins? Hec, I say, pull up a chair. ENGAGE. Listen.. There's some wisdom flying 'round here and there. A beat. A poetry of the damned. Like any clique of self-satisfied, self-selected elite, though they'd prolly say bad-ass, rebels.. DIFFERENT (who heppin dress zack-like) and MUST smoke. Be and Let Be.. It's in the dog-gone CONTSTI (cough COUGH) TOOO (cough Cough) SHIN (amen)!!

In summ-ree, Mulligans is NOT a forbidden place for cast-offs, a place by and for the bags who do tract dirt.. No, it is a TRUE BAR. It can be the stage for any nummer of FUN outings for you, and your Squad. They got Big Buck Huntin for heavs say! If you can't have fun here, by all means hed down a ways to a Proper Brewpub (take yer pick) and sit down, say grace, and be BOY ZEE (or is it CEE?) NOYSE.

(BONUS: one star for Sunday $1 PBR. Y'gotta take note of these offers and 'vest-gate. NO strings, bubba. one buck for a pint, bottle or can of that dear winner of the ribbon blue many years back -- rumour has it there were no other entries lol . Soooo, send a mess to the gal pals: nex Sun, stead of a "boozy brunch" amongst folks who say "Bloodies", pony up to ol' Mulls. Dare you to break that ten )

Note: fine enough pub food,...

An absolute joke of an establishment. Orders weren't followed for specifications of the item that I ordered. And The manager/chef had the audacity to come out and argue the definition of a plain Western with me. After sending it back to the kitchen the first time , I was brought 20 minutes later, a piece of meat between two buns, described as a plain I'll cheeseburger. There is no heart to this establishment whatsoever. I spoke to a couple of offshift employees, who said that he was having a bad day, but that doesn't justify going out of your way to screw somebody over who's paying you for food, much less to come out and argue the definition of what you ordered. Not only does it take 15 minutes to even be approached by anybody offering service, but the items that you order will most certainly be delivered incorrectly. What a joke! I don't think I've ever experienced worst service in my entire life. Sometimes, the customer can be wrong. I understand that no industry is perfect, but to go out of your way to not only argue with a person who's ordering specific items, but to refuse a refund and to refuse to remake, it is absolutely insane. To their credit, the one-off shift employee steped behind the grill. It remade my food. And I'm grateful for that. But the management needs to be reevaluated...

I went to Mulligan's on Tuesday for 2 for 1 drinks. This was my first time going to any Boise bars since I turned 21 in January. The night started off well. I didn't think it was super busy but my local buddies told me that it was a busy night. I don't think I've ever waited so long for a drink. The bar is double sided, and there was only one bartender working each side. You'd think they'd be better staffed on one of their busiest nights. I really enjoyed the heated patio area out back. Anyway, I bought 6 pints of PBR (6 total, since it was two for one). When I went to close out my tab, I noticed that they had charged me 18.50 for the beer. If I am correct, a pint of PBR is $4.00. This means that my total should have been 12.00. Additionally, they charged me $3.50 for some rum well drinks that I never ordered. When I approached the bartender, I was obviously somewhat frustrated. He kept telling me to "chill out". When he turned around to correct my tab (after some convincing) he was visibly talking about me to his co worker. Overall I liked the atmosphere of the place, but the wait to get a beer, the overcharging, and the rudeness of the bartender really turned me off. I'm guessing that this is an isolated incident, but I will probably never return...