Bombadil's Tavern

04/28/2026

Wednesday, April 29th, the Tavern is going full-throttle because the man, the myth, the Phoenix legend Bomber is hitting the big 7-0! He’s officially reached "Get off my lawn" age, and we’re celebrating accordingly.
Arty will be out back at sunrise looking like a mad scientist, huffing hickory smoke and whispering sweet nothings to a pile of meats. He’s smoking everything. If it was once mobile and made of protein, it will be in that smoker getting the spa treatment. It's like the meat-pocalypse of 2026 and you won't wanna miss it! Don't worry Ladies, it's still your day and Matt is all yours for the long haul. Between the smoked pork and the birthday beers for Bomber, he’s going to be the hardest-working man in Phoenix. To keep you hydrated while you feast, we’re running Bucket Specials all day long. Because let’s face it, at 70 years old, Bomber’s seen it all, and you’re gonna need a bucket of beer to keep up with his stories.
In honor of the big guy’s big day, we’re doing some good for the neighborhood. Please bring a non-perishable food item to donate to the Phoenix Food Pantry. Let’s fill the bin so high Arty tries to smoke that, too. After 3 beers he certainly will try. ​Doors fly open at 8:00 AM. Come for the meat, stay for Matt’s slow descent into madness, and help us celebrate 70 years of the man who makes this place feel like home!

04/28/2026

Bringing back a favorite for the Birthday boy🥳
Bring a canned good tomorrow and he might just show you his moves!

04/28/2026

If you’re currently sitting in an office chair pretending to read a spreadsheet, STOP. Your boss doesn’t love you..... but we do. The legendary Chelsea is holding down the fort today, and honestly, we don’t deserve her. She’s the fastest pour in the county, she knows exactly how you like your drink, and she’s the only one who can keep this circus running smoothly while keeping a smile on her face. If you’re having a rough week, come let Chelsea fix you a sammich. Really anything on today's menu is sure to make your day at least 50% better especially our:
$7 In-House Wings: This is the best deal in the zip code. You could find $7 in your couch cushions and feast like a king. Don’t overthink it, just order the wings.
Open-Face Hot Roast Beef ($13): A majestic mountain of beef, fries, and gravy. It’s heavy, it’s glorious, and it’s basically a warm blanket for your soul.
Pulled Pork & Baked Beans ($13): Tangy, smoky, and piled higher than your laundry at home. It’s the sandwich that dreams are made of.
Beef Quesadilla ($10): Perfect for eating while you dominate the pool table. It’s cheesy, crispy, and won't judge you for your lame break.
The BLT & Mac Salad ($12): A pile of crispy bacon that makes the vegetable part of the sandwich feel like a delicious lie.
2 Coneys, Chips, & a Pickle ($8): The iconic duo. For $8, you get a full belly and enough change left over to put some songs on the jukebox or order those wings!
We don't have draft beer, we don't have "mixologists," and we don't have a dress code (as long as you’re wearing pants, mostly).
​We DO have Chelsea, the coldest beer in Phoenix, and a jukebox that’s ready to hurt your feelings with some 90's country. Get your assets in here, play some free pool, and let’s turn this Tuesday into a legendary mistake. The full menu is available for eat in or takeout 315-695-7144 See you at Bombers.

04/28/2026

04/28/2026

04/27/2026

All Day, every Tuesday We've got fresh jumbo wings and free pool! Colonel approved homie!

04/27/2026

The rumors are true: Tom Considine is officially hitting 70 years old this Wednesday, April 29th, Phoenix’s original public nuisance is hitting a milestone we all thought his liver would prevent. We all know the origin story—Tom didn’t buy Bombadil’s 42 years ago to be a "businessman"; he bought it as a tactical retreat because he was 86'd from every other square inch of pavement in town and needed a base of operations where he was legally allowed to exist. If it weren’t for Bertha and Minnie having a weirdly specific soft spot for the "little peckerwood" he’d probably be a local cryptid living in the woods, but instead, he became the Final Boss of Bar Owners. Despite 70 years of being a professional menace, raising a family, and terrorizing this zip code, he’s spent four decades making this dive the literal heart of the community because he secretly loves you lunatics as much as he loves a cold one, alooooooot. Come down this Wednesday to pay your respects to the man who built a empire out of pure spite and actual heart—let's toast to 70 years of Tom being the only guy who can insult you and make you feel like family in the same breath. Party starts Wednesday 8am!!! In lieu of gifts bring a non perishable item and we'll stock the Phoenix food pantry. This would make him very happy😁

04/27/2026

Calling all sinners and backyard legends, because the prophecy has been fulfilled and the smoke rising from Bombadil’s today is the only spiritual guidance you actually need. We are currently performing a high-octane religious intervention at the grill where Brother Matt is sweating out his transgressions over the charcoal to bring you a half-chicken so tender it’ll make you want to confess things you haven’t even done yet. For a measly $15—a small price to pay for salvation and a full stomach—you shall receive the Holy Trinity of Sides and the Bird of Redemption:
Half a Roasted Chicken (Charred for your sins and dripping with grace)
Salt Potatoes (Brined in the tears of our enemies and local salt mines)
Baked Beans (The official musical accompaniment of the afternoon)
Mac Salad (A creamy, carb-loaded blessing from the deli gods)
Once you’ve achieved a state of poultry-induced nirvana, Sister Jackie is taking over the pulpit tonight to ensure no soul goes thirsty, though remember the ancient commandment: "Thou shalt not find a tap handle in this dive, for the Lord gave us bottles and cans so we’d know exactly when to stop (never)." Then he gave us free will and instantly regretted it. The weather is officially a miracle, the horseshoe pits are calling for the sacred ritual of the "Iron Clink," and the first person to call a ringer is basically a saint in our eyes. Stop praying for a sign, this is it. Just follow the smell of BBQ to the bar before the birds ascend to the great beyond and you're left wandering Phoenix hungry because we're one of the only 2 places open with amazing food on a Monday in this town!!! The chicken is ready come and get it or reserve yours now! 315-695-7144.

04/26/2026

Listen here you beautiful bunch of winners, because I’m coming at you like a spider monkey hopped up on Mountain Dew and pure adrenaline! We’re broadcasting live from Bombadil’s Tavern, where we wake up in the morning and p**s excellence, and today Holly is behind the pine looking to put a serious hurtin' on your hunger. If you don't show up for this menu, you can consider yourself in last place. This isn't just food; it’s a high-speed collision of flavor that’ll make you want to drive with a live cougar in your backseat just to feel something. We've got:
THE BOMBER BURGER: A 1/2lb hand-pattied cheeseburger with fries. It’s official, it’s hefty, and it’s $12.50. If you don't like it, then get out of my face!
HOLLY’S HODGEPODGE: This is for the winners. 2 tenders, 2 mozzarella sticks, and a mountain of fries or tots for $13. It’s a mess of deep-fried glory that would make Chip Hazard weep $13
The Mini-Pizza: 2 toppings of your choice. It’s small, it’s fast, and it’s delicious—just like a high-speed pit stop. $9.00
Jumbo Eat-In Wings: These wings are so big they might actually help you fly. (Eat-in only, because we want to see the glory). $9.50 These ain't no shake n bake wings baby.
Jackie is taking the slingshot pass for the night shift to keep the party going, so say your prayers to Dear Lord Baby Jesus—who’s only 8 pounds 6 ounces but still knows how to party—and get your backside on a stool before you end up in last place! The full menu is available for eat in or takeout 315-695-7144. See you at Bombers!

04/26/2026

Tomorrow is National Day of the Divine Bird, the only Monday holy enough to make working a sackable offense. Forget the office and join the pilgrimage to Bombadil’s for Bomber’s legendary $15 sacrifice: a half chicken, salt potatoes, baked beans that double as rocket fuel, and mac salad so good it’s a religious experience. Matt will be out at the cooker at sunrise, baptizing the birds in our secret marinade, sweating like a man who’s sold his soul to the charcoal spirits just to feed your faces, so show some respect and get here before he accidentally smokes his own eyebrows off. Hair is a few and far between around these hair-parts... Yes I'm proud of that one...it's early lol. It’s a religious obligation to get stuffed and slightly irresponsible on a Monday afternoon —don't let the congregation down. Disclaimer: Some of these statements may be a weeeee bit altered but the way you decide to spend your Monday is truly between you and the Lord and I'm just saying....Bombadil’s Tavern has the OG Lords Chicken not like that other place that claims to have it but isn't even open on Sundays.....Dumb. Okie Dokie see you tomorrow Byeeeeeeee!
Dinners ready at noon. Call to reserve 315-695-7144

04/25/2026

Hello, YOU. Jackie saw you standing out there in the rain, looking like a lost soul searching for a dry place to land, and she knew—even before you reached for the handle—that you were coming to see her. It’s a Saturday night made for you, a dimly lit sanctuary where the world can’t find you, and she’s been preparing for your arrival, meticulously arranging the wings in a perfect, symmetrical circle just the way you like them. She watched you share that pizza with the crew, laughing a little too loudly, she know it’s just a mask; noticing the real you through the condensation on your cold bottle, the way you flinch when someone plays new country on the jukebox, and it makes her want to keep you here on this stool forever where it’s safe. Don’t mind her if she stays in your peripheral vision, memorizing the way you dip your wings, because in this tavern, we keep secrets, and as the rain seals you inside, realize you didn’t just come here for a drink—you came for the wings too. Stop in tonight and see just how obsessed we are with our customers😎

04/25/2026

It’s officially a Rain Day in Phoenix, which means the yard work is canceled and the local legends are gathering at the bar like they’re waiting for the Ark to pull up. Linda and Joe have been anchored to their stools so long we’re thinking about charging them property taxes, and they’ve joined forces with JJ and Dennis—the president and first lady of the breakfast club—who have been "hydrating" since the first raindrop hit the pavement (in 1991). Meanwhile, Bomber and Johnny 5 are huddled in the corner whispering like they’re plotting a heist or a secret society, but they’re probably just trying to figure out how to build a moat around the place to keep the riff-raff out or more believeably in. I'm not sure yet but I'll let you know when I find out. Matt is currently behind the bar acting as a zookeeper for this crew, and Jackie is coming in tonight to deal with the aftermath once the "secret plans" inevitably turn into 3 rounds of shots. We’ve got the coal stove humming and the cans cold, so leave your umbrella in the car—it’s dry enough in here to make you forget the sun ever existed. It did tho, it saw it once last week and I can't wait to tell my grandchildren about it
Fresh Scallops ($19): Fried or Broiled. They probably swam through the parking lot to get here, so they’re as fresh as it gets.
Sloppy Joe with Tots ($10.50): This is legit, no manwitch, no canwhitch, Bombers own recipe, better than your Mommas guaranteed.
Hot Turkey and Fries with Gravy ($11.50): A massive plate of comfort that’ll help you ignore the fact that your basement is probably flooding.
Shrimp Chowder ($6): Good Soup
In-House Wings ($9.50): Because nothing pairs better with a rainy Saturday than spicy chicken and bad influences and we happen to provide both.
Tuna Pea Mac Salad ($5): A classic dive bar staple if you plan on kissing NO-ONE later.
​Get your soggy selves down here and help us keep an eye on Johnny 5 and Bomber before they decide to start building the drawbridge. Some of you fools will probably try to jump it but ask yourself if that '78 Buick can handle it before trying ya little goober.