Tavern On the Square

If you love friendly banter, go see Mikey! love the staff and environment is friendly and welcoming. Lots of daily specials. Love coming here for darts and cornhole!
Apr 9th, 2024

One of my favorite places to grab a drink in Lincoln when the weather is nice. The indoor part of the bar itself is pretty small but being able to take your beverage out into the courtyard is the best part of this place. No beer on tap but they have a decent beer selection. Outside they have some tables with propane heaters so if the weather changes you can have a nice fire going.
Mar 4th, 2024

The courtyard is like God reached down out of the sky and placed his finger on once specific point in Lincoln, Nebraska. I feel like I was born there, have lived my whole life there, and will someday lay to rest there. The bricks, the lights, the music, the staff, it is all Perfect. Never have I ever experienced such joy, laughter, memories, friendships, love, and loss. Except, I never really was the loser except that one time during family feud when my team got second place, but thats no ones fault but ours. Five stars all the way. I wish there was one in every city in America. Best country on earth. Tavern on the Square, please hang a photo of me on your wall.
Feb 24th, 2024

Feb 22nd, 2024

Once upon a tipsy twilight, amidst the bustling streets of Lincoln, Nebraska, there stood a humble watering hole known as Tavern on the Square. Now, this wasn't your ordinary, run-of-the-mill bar; oh no, it was a peculiar patchwork of beauty, a melting pot of mismatched madness that somehow made sense in its own twisted way. As you crossed the threshold, a symphony of clinking glasses and hearty laughter enveloped you like a warm, boozy embrace. The dimly lit interior was a mishmash of photos, tables, barstools and kitschy dcor, where the atm machine flickered like fireflies in the night, casting an otherworldly glow upon the proceedings. Behind the bar, a motley crew of characters presided over an array of curious concoctions, each one more peculiar than the last. From the strongest gin and tonic in all the world and most famously the bottled topo chico (RIP) who died late last week. Every drink seemed to have been plucked from the pages of a drunk fairy tale. The patrons, too, were a colorful cast of characters, each with their own story to tell. There was the grizzled old sea captain who regaled anyone who would listen with tales of his adventures on the high seas, and the mysterious fortune teller who read palms in the corner table, her crystal ball twinkling with secrets yet to be revealed. (I was drunk) But amidst the chaos and clamor, there was a sense of camaraderie, a feeling of belonging that permeated the air like the scent of stale beer and cigarette smoke. For in this strange little oasis, everyone was welcome, and everyone had a tale to tell. So if you ever find yourself in need of a respite from the mundane monotony of everyday life, look no further than Tavern on the Square. it's certainly the most enchanting. Cheers to that, my friends. Cheers to that.
Feb 24th, 2024