If seen from the air, the land Cassidy's occupies looks like the tip of a piece of pie. The building sits directly at the end of a plot of land that starts with The Little Inn by the Bay at 28th St., the "crust" end of the pie. The plot ends at Cassidy's on 26th St., which is perched directly in the middle of two one-way thoroughfares that comprise greater Newport Blvd. To fully complete the questionable "pie" metaphor, Cassidy's is truly a slice of heaven in coastal Orange County.
Do not bother calling it a dive bar as that is lazy labeling—it deserves far more recognition than that. Foodies come here for the best burger around, and 'spirited imbibers' come here for the ridiculously generous pours.
The crowd demographics fluctuate (predictably) from day to night. During the day there is an eclectic mix of boat personnel, surfers, local day-drinkers, lunching corporate types, tattoo artists, and service industry types on their off days. At night, all bets are off, as the place is packed: tourists, college students, one night stand aficionados, hammered 909ers, nightly bar hoppers, and locals looking to stumble home after the 2:00 a.m. last call.
One of my non-negotiables is inattentive service at a bar, and, paradoxically, you will find no wait staff, nor menus at Cassidy's; thankfully the bartenders make up for it in spades by providing uniformly platinum-level service. No one ever is left standing too long without a Jager Bomb, Bomb Pop, burger, Boddingtons, or Blue Moon.