by Washington Washington
Kohn’s is lost but not forgotten. You are missed dearly old friend. It’s only fitting that the first post in a new blog about the new Phoenixville is a tribute to drinking of eras past. Like paying respect to one’s elders or the fallen, we will oft look back at Kohn’s fondly when tough times at expensive bars give us the blues.
Check out the wall and the sign
Don’t get me wrong, the new Phoenixville in all its glory and bar-dom is terrific. It’s just that Kohn’s was truly a place where time stood still, if not moved backwards. It’s the kind of place that won’t ever exist again in Phoenixville, and I was glad I had a chance to party there on many occasions.
Like someone said on BooRah, “Kohn’s is a real-life Moe’s Tavern… This is your classic dive bar, I went in here to grab a six-pack of Yuengling and everyone was looking at me like I had three heads because I was under the age of 60 and didn’t grow up in Phoenixville.”
I can only agree. But I too am under the age of 60 (half that actually) and I found the service accommodating (staying open 2 hours later for our crowd of drinkers), the prices unbeatable (bottled beer ranging from $1 – $5), and the atmosphere… charming (to say the least).
the bar at Kohn's
This was a real man’s bar. The Fightins were on the TV every summer night. Jars of… uh… pickled things and mounds of jerky littered the bar top. Snack bags and peanut packs, and lollipops… well, nevermind that part, but the point is that the place ruled.
We’ll be glancing back on some of those summer nights all throughout this summer in remembrance of a legendary drinking establishment.
