Jerry's Bar

We’re not sure when it became acceptable for “dive bars” to have jukeboxes connected to the Internet that play virtually any song you could ever want to hear, $7 cocktails, cover charges, MySpace pages, and hoity-toity brews. But you’ll find none of that at Jerry’s Bar, a weathered little smoking-and-drinking joint in a Northern Liberties alley. We’re pretty sure we’ve never seen anyone drinking any beers other than Pabst and Bud (both $2); the jukebox, when it’s working properly, is packed with music that’s usually too loud; and a shot of VO will run you just a buck.