McBears Social Club and Beer Garden

McBears Social Club and Beer Garden

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Happy Birthday Dave
Thanks to Bear we had a great time for my Fathers celebration of life. We couldn't of had such a party for Pop, without his guidance and most importantly hir friendship for over 50 years!!!!!!!!!!!
Great function! Every one had a good time👍
I love it here you can sit and watch the game on Sunday's plus have a bite to eat for a small donation fee. I recommend it to all!!!
NFL SEASON IS UPON US...EVERY GAME WILL BE SHOWN AT MCBEARS SOCIAL CLUB IN THE BAR AND THE BEER GARDEN!!!!!! 12 BIG SCREENS...SEE YA THERE
You guys need to update this page lol

A community bar that reflects the diverse El Cerrito neighborhood. Large main bar in front, beautiful beer garden in back, 12 TV's showing sports and more!

Have definitely looked better!!!

These guys need a nap! So we’re gonna close for Memorial Day (Monday) and give ‘em a break. Our hard-working cooks (one of which is our boss) have worked the past 75 days straight to make sure we stay open!! Thanks to them and to our amazing customers, we are still here! Stop by this evening and say “hey” to Scott and Pepe! Tonight’s specials are MOLE TAMALES and MEATLOAF! Thanks for the support, neighbors! We ❤️you! #restaurantlife #restaurantowner #takeout #takeoutfood #togoonly #eastbayeats #eastbayfood #eastbaybeer #togobeer #britishpub #britishpubfood #britishfare #fishnchips #comfortfood #bayarearestaurants #supportlocalbusiness #colusacircle #kensingtonca #albanyca #elcerrito #berkeley #shelterinplace #shelterinplacecalifornia #shelterinplacebayarea #stillgoing #notgivingup

[05/07/20]   RIP MY FRIEND...

I was deeply saddened by the passing of one of my true inspirations in life, Scotty Woodard. It's been a few weeks and I haven't had the desire to write about it until now. Scotty was in the process of recovering and rehabbing from an illness in a nursing home in Orinda when the facility he was in had a
Covid-19 outbreak affecting most of the patients as well as the staff. Scotty ended up as one of the casualties. I loved him dearly. Tonight on channel 3(NBC) nightly news at 6:00 they will be paying tribute to Scotty. I was honored to be interviewed for the story. So if you are in the mood check out, Scotty Woodard, the man the myth the legend on the 6:00 news. I'll be watching while cooking at the pub.

See ya there.

Scott

Our Iconic Smiley Face is Protecting the Masses...

McBears Social Club
10458 San Pablo Ave
El Cerrito Ca

Scott Mcfadin
The Kensington Circus Pub (SF Bay Area, CA)
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#kensinsingtoncircuspub

[03/21/20]   CLOSED TIL April 7TH...AT LEAST...HOPEFULLY SEE YOU SOON

[03/16/20]   TO ANSWER ALL OF YOUR QUESTIONS....McBears will remain open for the time being . When there is an update I will post it here...

Thanks,

Scott
McBears
10458 San Pablo Ave
Ele Cerrito, Ca

Happy holidays, wherever you are mom!!!

xoxo

❤️👍💚

The Kensington Circus Pub (SF Bay Area, CA)

SIXTY TRIPS AROUND THE SUN...

Way back when, I remember laughing at my contemporaries who were lamenting that we were turning thirty. Who cares? The last birthday that meant anything to me was 21. Before that it was sixteen. 30? 40? 50? Don't care...Don't care...Don't care.

A couple of weeks ago I turned 60. 60? When did that happen? Say it.. "SIXTY" It doesn't even roll off of the tongue well. This can't be possible. I assumed senior moments were imminent. Little did I know.

I decided it was time to wash all of the comforters in the house. They were a little big for my washing machine, I decided to hit the good old laundry mat. It had been ages and frankly, looking forward to it, I grabbed a Starbucks, a Sunday Chronicle and rolls of quarters and off I went.

I was standing in the laundry mat, looking for the largest washing machine that could handle all of this bedding in one load. Ah, there she was, in the corner, beckoning me with a "come hither" look that seemed vaguely familiar (I mentioned I'm now sixty right? So it's been a while since I've seen a "come hither" look).

I loaded up the machine and stared dumbly, trying to figure out these newfangled washers. Where the hell does the detergent even go in? The owner, Harry, sidled up to me. "Hey Scott, how you doing?" Well, I'm embarrassed to admit that I don't know how these new washing machines work. Where does the detergent go in?

Harry pondered the moment and very gently suggested that I take the clothes out of the dryer and find a washing machine.

Instantly, I was reeling. The horror!!! It's started...The beginning of the end. I'm no longer capable of performing simple tasks. I won't be let out of the house alone. Soon, they''ll be sending chaperones to assist me when I go to the market. In a haze, I put the clothes in the wash and started the machine.

My coffee tasted cold and bitter. The newspaper contained nothing of interest. The wash was done and at least I knew where the dryer was. Put the clothes in, loaded the quarters, pushed the button and the dryer above mine leapt to life. You have to be kidding me. Oh for two on the simple task front. Can I even drive home safely? Perhaps I should uber home and just abandon the car?

To make matters worse a relatively young woman (probably in her forties..I did mention I'm sixty right?) came charging at me, full of mistrust and anger. "Why did you turn my machine on? Those are my clothes!!!!" I mumbled something about putting the quarters in the wrong slot. Probably sensing my early stage senility, she softened slightly and apologized for her outburst.

Then, as if by divine intervention, she turned to me and said, "Can I ask you a question?" With age rapidly eroding my last few brain cells, I wanted to say no. How am I going to answer even the most simple question? I'm not even sure that I can remember my own name. The downward spiral is accelerating at an exponential rate. I contemplated bolting for the door but instead meekly muttered, "sure".

She pointed at the dryer and asked me, "Where do you put the detergent in?" "What?" I asked. She repeated, "Where do I put the detergent in?"

Suddenly, the veil lifted. Sixty wasn't looking so bad. Things are looking up!!! "Sixty"....Don't care. Sixty is the new forty...Bring it on....

"I keep hanging on while this whole world keeps spinning and it's good to know it's out of my control"

I've added a great Jimmy Buffet song called ANOTHER TRIP AROUND THE SUN...Enjoy it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaKqwvGa6Bw

The Kensington Circus Pub (SF Bay Area, CA)

SIXTY TRIPS AROUND THE SUN...

Way back when, I remember laughing at my contemporaries who were lamenting that we were turning thirty. Who cares? The last birthday that meant anything to me was 21. Before that it was sixteen. 30? 40? 50? Don't care...Don't care...Don't care.

A couple of weeks ago I turned 60. 60? When did that happen? Say it.. "SIXTY" It doesn't even roll off of the tongue well. This can't be possible. I assumed senior moments were imminent. Little did I know.

I decided it was time to wash all of the comforters in the house. They were a little big for my washing machine, I decided to hit the good old laundry mat. It had been ages and frankly, looking forward to it, I grabbed a Starbucks, a Sunday Chronicle and rolls of quarters and off I went.

I was standing in the laundry mat, looking for the largest washing machine that could handle all of this bedding in one load. Ah, there she was, in the corner, beckoning me with a "come hither" look that seemed vaguely familiar (I mentioned I'm now sixty right? So it's been a while since I've seen a "come hither" look).

I loaded up the machine and stared dumbly, trying to figure out these newfangled washers. Where the hell does the detergent even go in? The owner, Harry, sidled up to me. "Hey Scott, how you doing?" Well, I'm embarrassed to admit that I don't know how these new washing machines work. Where does the detergent go in?

Harry pondered the moment and very gently suggested that I take the clothes out of the dryer and find a washing machine.

Instantly, I was reeling. The horror!!! It's started...The beginning of the end. I'm no longer capable of performing simple tasks. I won't be let out of the house alone. Soon, they''ll be sending chaperones to assist me when I go to the market. In a haze, I put the clothes in the wash and started the machine.

My coffee tasted cold and bitter. The newspaper contained nothing of interest. The wash was done and at least I knew where the dryer was. Put the clothes in, loaded the quarters, pushed the button and the dryer above mine leapt to life. You have to be kidding me. Oh for two on the simple task front. Can I even drive home safely? Perhaps I should uber home and just abandon the car?

To make matters worse a relatively young woman (probably in her forties..I did mention I'm sixty right?) came charging at me, full of mistrust and anger. "Why did you turn my machine on? Those are my clothes!!!!" I mumbled something about putting the quarters in the wrong slot. Probably sensing my early stage senility, she softened slightly and apologized for her outburst.

Then, as if by divine intervention, she turned to me and said, "Can I ask you a question?" With age rapidly eroding my last few brain cells, I wanted to say no. How am I going to answer even the most simple question? I'm not even sure that I can remember my own name. The downward spiral is accelerating at an exponential rate. I contemplated bolting for the door but instead meekly muttered, "sure".

She pointed at the dryer and asked me, "Where do you put the detergent in?" "What?" I asked. She repeated, "Where do I put the detergent in?"

Suddenly, the veil lifted. Sixty wasn't looking so bad. Things are looking up!!! "Sixty"....Don't care. Sixty is the new forty...Bring it on....

"I keep hanging on while this whole world keeps spinning and it's good to know it's out of my control"

I've added a great Jimmy Buffet song called ANOTHER TRIP AROUND THE SUN...Enjoy it.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BaKqwvGa6Bw

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The quest for the holy grail: The top British pubs in the East Bay

MCBEARS SISTER PUB, THE KENSINGTON CIRCUS PUB, IS IN THE NEWS AGAIN!!!

https://www.berkeleyside.com/2019/07/16/the-quest-for-the-holy-grail-the-top-british-pubs-in-the-east-bay

berkeleyside.com "Going down the pub" is a quintessential British experience. But it’s notoriously difficult to replicate on this side of the Atlantic. Nosh set out to discover if anything comes close in the East Bay.

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The Rubinoos - I Think We're Alone Now

RUBINOOS SIGHTING!!!!

One of the Bay Areas most beloved bands will be at the Kensington Circus Pub this Saturday night, May 4th, to celebrate Al Chan's 60th birthday. Not only will we get Al, we will get the entire Rubinoos band in the house!!! These guys are the ultimate professionals, great showmen and some of the nicest, most entertaining guys in rock and roll. This is a "don't miss show".

Catch them before their annual European tour....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMHmTaktPOA

Oslo, 5 February 2016

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Earth Quake - Friday On My Mind - 12/6/1975 - Winterland (Official)

THERE'S AN EARTHQUAKE COMING...
Growing up the music scene seemed so much bigger and more important to me than it does these days. The fact that we were force fed whatever dreck that AM radio was shoving down our throats and we lacked the internet, which allows us to see any band at any time, The idea of seeing bands live was huge. When we got old enough, we started going to shows at Winterland, Keystone, The Berkeley Square, The Fillmore, (whatever the hell that little place in the Embarcadero was called). Later, if you were on the edge, The Mabuhay Gardens. Not to mention the brain cell killing Days on the Green.

One of the local bands that did quite well and frequently opened for the bigger national bands was Earthquake. John Doukas, the lead singer had the stage presence of a Mick Jagger or maybe later, a Freddie Mercury. The lead guitar player, Robbie Dunbar was transcendent and there was the always steady, Steve Nelson on drums.

As always, time has taken it's toll and we have had memorials for both John and Steve at the Circus Pub over the last six years. I'm glad to say that the indefatigable Robbie Dunbar has carried the torch and I was delighted to hear how good the revamped band sounded at Steve Nelson's memorial about a month ago.

Well, this Friday night, it's your turn to turn back time and see the past and future meld as Earthquake is playing the Kensington Circus Pub at 9:00 PM. I, for one, can't wait.
See ya there...

Kensington Circus Pub
389 Colusa Ave
Kensington
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0BPIv-gos1Y
Scott Mcfadin The Kensington Circus Pub (SF Bay Area, CA)

Earth Quake - Friday On My Mind Recorded Live: 12/6/1975 - Winterland - San Francisco, CA More Earth Quake at Music Vault: http://www.musicvault.com Subscrib...

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one love concert 1978 Bob Marley

CAN HISTORY REPEAT?
We wake up to a country divided. Division exacerbated by words of hate. In Hawaii you used to get the surf report. In Nebraska, the crop report. In Texas, the oil report. Now, each day, in lieu of water, oil and food, we awaken to the death report from the previous night's political murders. Today? In the USA? Maybe so, but what I'm referring to is Jamaica, 1980.

We sailed our trusty vessel, High Flight, into Morgan's Harbor in Port Royal, Jamaica in the late summer/early fall of 1980. All we knew is there was an abundance of ganja and Red Stripe Beer. What could go wrong?

We had unwittingly sailed into a country that was violently divided between political lines. The People's National Party, currently played by our Republican Party, represented capitalism at it's best and worst. The worst had prevailed and the country's riches were held in the hands of few. Michael Manley, led the PNP and had been in power since 1972.

The Jamaican Labor Party (JLP), currently played by our Democratic Party, was led by Edward Seaga. They were the upstarts representing the "people" and they had a definite Socialist bent.

The country had collapsed into a schismatic civil war and I and my boat mates Michael Foreman Cindy Stewart and Brian Martsolf, had front row seats. We were young and probably stupid or maybe stupid and probably young but we were certainly naive. We didn't realize that a short boat ride away at the other side of Kingston Bay, there were people dying on a nightly basis. I can remember taking our dinghy across the bay and walking the streets of Kingston as if we were immortal. At least until the day the shots rang out and the bullets skidded across the street as we headed to the straw market. We had wondered aloud as to why we saw a policeman crouched around the corner and peeking past us down the street. Thanks for the warning compadre! We quickly became mere mortals.

One man, who had previously been shot during the 1976 election had been in exile in England and rumor had it of his imminent return to his homeland in an effort to unite the country. Most people didn't realize that at the time Robert Nesta Marley was dying from melanoma which had spread throughout his body.

Despite the despair of a nation crippled by division. Bob Marley landed in an Air Jamaican Flight at the Kingston Airport. He was greeted by tens of thousands. The prodigal son had returned.

He held a "peace concert" and at the show, he invited both Manley and Seaga onto the stage to embrace and through music and faith attempted to unify the country. It was a truly amazing moment in history. Marley, seemingly in a possessed, evangelical spell held both of the leader's by his raised hands. With their other hands, the sworn enemies, Manley and Seaga, embraced each other. For the briefest of moments the country was united again. It wasn't perfect but the divisiveness and political violence had, at that moment, reached it's zenith and the country started working closer together.

Six months later Bob Marley was pronounced dead in a Florida hospital. He was only 36 years old.

I can't help but wonder if there isn't a "Bob Marley" somewhere in our country that couldn't provide us the same lightning rod of unity that the Jamaicans reveled in on that fateful evening in 1980.

Someone?

Anyone?

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one love concert with Bob Marley Michael Manley Edward Seaga Kingston Jamaica april 78

Welcome back! The truck is bigger and better and ready to feed your need for #tacos #burritos and more! Now also including chicken wings, fries and nuggets. YUM! Oh yeah...and let's not forget to grab a tasty #icecoldbeer with your #grub @ McBears Social Club and Beer Garden

Yes it's true! La Estrella #tacotruck will be returning PERMANENTLY tomorrow from 10:30am-12am. Yay! Oh how you've been missed!!
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#letseat #lunch #dinner #tacos #burritos #elcerrito #yum

[07/25/18]   Our Taco Truck will be back this Thursday @ 10:30am. Wahoo!!! #lunchisserved 🌮🌮🌮

If you didn't know about our Saturday Night DJ..."DJ D"....now you know! Every Saturday from 9:30-close.
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#godj #mcbearssocialclub #yayarea #bayarea #eastbay #turnt #comeondown #weliketoparty #cheapdrinks #goodcompany #funtimes

#dayparty. #moscowmule. In the beer garden until 8pm. @blueicevodkausa

We're live....come on down for our day party! Til 8pm

Come on down to McBears Social Club and Beer Garden today from 3-8pm for our first day party! It's in our beautiful open air beer garden (with heat lamps). DJ, good vibes, good people.

Come watch the rest of the series with us! 12 TV'S, outdoor bar is open, and lots of new additional seating! And in case you missed it, here's the Game 2 recap 😈. Go Golden State Warriors

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10458 San Pablo Ave
El Cerrito, CA
94530

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Monday 06:00 - 02:00
Tuesday 06:00 - 02:00
Wednesday 06:00 - 02:00
Thursday 06:00 - 02:00
Friday 06:00 - 02:00
Saturday 06:00 - 02:00
Sunday 06:00 - 02:00
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