PJ's Pub — Restaurant in Narragansett

I recently stumbled into PJs, and let me tell you, it was like stepping into a time capsule – not the cool, vintage kind, but more like a “please, make it stop” relic. Atmosphere: The moment I crossed the threshold, a musty odor enveloped me. It was as if the ghosts of forgotten parties were still lingering, nursing their regrets. The flickering neon signs whispered, “Abandon all joy, ye who enter here.” The decor? A chaotic mishmash of mismatched furniture, faded posters, and a carpet that had seen better decades. If there were a sign saying, “Welcome to the Twilight Zone,” it would fit right in. Service: The staff at PJs must have attended the “How to Be Inattentive 101” seminar. I stood at the bar, waving my empty glass like a desperate semaphore signal. Finally, the bartender shuffled over, wiping his hands on a dubious rag. His gaze met mine – a blend of indifference and mild annoyance. “What’ll it be?” he grunted. I ordered a beer, and he poured it with all the enthusiasm of a sloth on a sedative. Drinks: Ah, the pièce de résistance! The beer tasted like it had been strained through a sock worn by someone who’d just run a marathon. And the cocktails? Well, they were liquid regret, served in plastic cups with chewed-on straws. I asked for a margarita; they handed me a fluorescent green concoction that could double as industrial paint stripper. Entertainment: PJs boasts a jukebox that exclusively plays B-sides from forgotten boy bands. As I sat there nursing my pitiful drink, the speakers blared a haunting rendition of “Achy Breaky Heart.” I half-expected Billy Ray Cyrus himself to stumble in, cowboy hat askew, demanding a refund. Clientele: Imagine a gathering of lost souls – folks who’ve given up on life, love, and personal hygiene. The regulars huddled in dark corners, muttering cryptic incantations to summon the ghost of better days. Overheard snippet: “This place is my spirit animal.” Indeed, PJs is where spirits go to die. Conclusion: In summary, PJs is a vortex of misery, a black hole that devours joy and spits out existential dread. If you seek disappointment, regret, and a side of soul-crushing ennui, this pub is your haven. Otherwise, flee – flee far, flee fast, and...

Edited: Downgraded to 1 star (from an original 4 star review) after a totally unhinged reply from an owner who clearly cannot handle constructive criticism from an honest, unbiased, 4 star review. Clearly hospitality wasn't the smartest career choice.

Stopped here this past weekend. Wanted to try a place we've never been to, and this place popped up on the radar, so we figured why not try it out. We got there about quarter past 4, not realizing they had just opened at 4 pm, so it wasn't busy at all, which was nice. Sat at the bar, ordered a couple of drinks, and began checking out the menu, I was torn between the fish sandwich and their "legendary" pizza. I figured I would give the pizza a try, as the description of the fish sandwich was blah at best. (I mean, it was your absolute standard lettuce tomato on a bulky roll) Our food arrived quick and hot, which is always nice. The pizza could easily feed 2 people. The crust was light a little on the thin side, not too thin, though. It didn't really taste like a pizza dough, but it was still absolutely delicious. The toppings (all veggies) were a little on the sparse side, but not something I would have complained about to the staff. My husband ordered a steak and cheese sandwich, which he had no complaints about, said it was good. There wasn't anything to really rave about. It was...

I truly cannot say enough good things about this establishment. It is my absolute favorite place for dinner in all South County.

I am a regular patron (townie) and have dinner here at least one to two times a week.

Pete and his family are utterly devoted to what they do here and it shows in all they do. The restaurant itself is always spotless; the food is always fresh and I feel very comfortable saying it is literally prepared with love. (Sorry if it sounds silly but it’s the truth):)

I’m giving my identity away by saying that my favorite is the chicken Milanese with angel hair: nonetheless, every single thing on the menu is prepared with love and attention to detail, especially the sangria at the bar (and it is usually on the bar before I can get to my seat.)

My second favorite is the steak tips (they are usually one of the specials, which fluctuate daily).

It is partially wheelchair accessible: The main part of the restaurant where the bar is can be accessed with no assistance at all. There is a step leading to the main dining area. No issue at all, because they will help you get there if need be.

There are two handicapped spots, one with van access and a * spotless * accessible restroom too.

Always an excellent choice, I give them my highest endorsement and I’m grateful every time I roll on in.

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