4.2
Good
113 Reviews
125 North Michigan Street, South Bend
“First time I walked into McCormick’s, a friend dragged me in for Daikaiju. Surf punk band. Kabuki masks. Fake names. The bar let them run the room. They set their instruments on fire and kept playing while they walked out the door and into the restaurant next door, crowd following like it was one long song. That night every kind of person in South Bend was in the same room and nobody was pretending. I left feeling like I had been standing in the middle of Chicago nightlife, except it was Michigan Street. That is still the bar. People at McCormick’s are either hard-hitting South Bend regulars or ND kids looking for the wild-west version of downtown. If you are looking for upscale, modern, or a place that bends itself to whatever crowd walked in, this is not it. I call it a mug-face bar. Old drinking mugs used to have exaggerated faces painted on them. Walk in here and that is what you get: strange faces from every walk of life, all of them fully committed to the bar life for as long as the lights stay on. I do not get the angry reviews. McCormick’s does not lie to you. Face value. It is what it is. Do not get mad at a dog for acting like a dog, and do not get mad at a saloon for being a saloon. Cheap drinks. Loyal locals. Unpretentious. After midnight it can get sharp around the edges, same as any real late-night room. Watch your surroundings. Nobody here is going to read your mind. Earned respect goes a long way. That is the whole pitch. No kitchen. No costume. Just the bar.”