Raleigh's Pub,

2438 Telegraph Ave, Berkeley, CA 94704, United States

"Went here on taco tuesday. They had $6 margaritas and the prices for tacos were halved to $2.50 as opposed to the usual $4 (literally CRIMINAL! Jesus…). Subpar “birria tacos” with consomé that tasted literally of boiled potato water. Don’t get them. Asada was fine though a bit dry. But anyway! It’s not about the tacos. It’s about the vibe and the drink although I didn’t like my margarita either… my friend’s pink paloma was good though! I actually do recommend it. Just a quintessential Berkeley undergrad experience and I live for sentimental value."

"Great college beer bar with a gorgeous back area. There’s usually plenty of space for larger groups, and they have a very expansive beer menu. The “share” foods are really good — my friends and I have tried the fries, onion rings, buffalo cauliflower, loaded nachos, and chips and guac; all of those were tasty with large portions. The burger was decent but forgettable, which is alright—I don’t think I would go to Raleigh’s for the food, but I would definitely go for a drink. It’s the perfect spot for a happy hour, and the staff is very friendly (I once accidentally left my bag there, and they had tucked it away with a note for me when I came back to get it the next day). It’s quintessential Berkeley, and always a winner with groups!"

"The pub is quite cool, with a nice atmosphere. The place is big and, going in November, a bit cold. The food was good (I took the blue cheese burger and the onion rings, which were crispy), with a nice choice of drinks. Prices are ok."

"Can’t believe I only just found this place. As soon as you walk in the ambience is superb. The place is massive with loads of different indoor and outdoor areas. Food was on the top end of pub food but massive portions and the beer list was impressive for being in the middle of college town! Highly rated spot, oh and the staff are hella friendly."

"Reaching for my beer in a sauna of young college students I had a transcendent vision of myself; in a desert with death circling above seeking an unsold potable.. the last beer in this wasteland vestige some call Raleigh's Pube. The comedy unfurled. With a silken fever blush on my palette, l brush the walls red marking a bathroom out of order. One can cut the frustration with a knife. The fries were pretty good."