Chuck's Cafe

The muscle at Chuck's
By Caitlin Donnelly
May 2, 2010 - 10:17pm
Patrick Farrell talks bar brawls and overheard gossip at a popular college bar.

Patrick Farrell perches on a stool in a dimly lit corner of the bustling bar that’s filled with intoxicated college students. He wears a backward Yankees cap and a mustard-yellow T-shirt with a haunting clown face (the bar’s logo) scrawled across the front. After adjusting his cap and checking his watch, he continues scanning the crowd. To his right, students squeeze their way toward the bar to buy pitchers of beer. But as he looks to his left, he sees a man with his hands around another’s neck.

An Afternoon at Chuck's
By Meghan Lisson
June 16, 2009 - 4:07pm
Chuck’s Cafe is like an old sneaker—comfortable, familiar and a little smelly.

Grimy, crowded, sweaty, and loud…what is it about Chuck’s that keeps students coming back for more? It might be the cheap Friday night pitchers. It could be the opportunity to write your name in Sharpie on every surface in sight. Or, maybe, it’s just that Cheers-esqe feeling of togetherness you get after a night of drinking with your closest pals. And here, almost everybody does know your name.