Dayton Diary: Growing up at Flanagan's

Flanagan’s Pub on Stewart Street isn’t just a college bar — it’s where I grew up.

My dad, Patrick “Pat” Flanagan, opened Flanagan’s Pub in 1976 and ran it for more than 30 years. It has been a hub where Dayton comes together. It’s where I learned what community can truly mean.

My sibling and I were adopted from Vietnam by the Flanagan's and grew up in nearby Oakwood. My mom, Melissa Flanagan, worked at UD for 35 years in student development and the School of Education and Health Sciences. She took us to events like Christmas on Campus and Up the Orgs. I became a Flyer long before I realized it.

My dad took me to the bar and showed me what hard work really looks like, often having me wipe down tables and stack chairs. He also showed me how to lead and put people first.

When he passed away in 2013 from cancer, the UD community rallied around our family and helped us celebrate his life.

I vividly remember exiting the doors of Holy Angels Catholic Church after his funeral and being in awe of the support from the Dayton community. The Dayton Fire Department stood in tribute with their ceremonial crossed ladders and played Irish bagpipes. Together we marched to Flanagan’s Pub.

It was somber, yet incredibly reassuring — knowing we were not alone; and an entire community stood behind us.

My dad lives within the walls of Flanagan’s; and for that, I will always be thankful.

 A version of this article appears in print in the Spring 2026 University of Dayton Magazine, Page 63. EXPLORE THE ISSUE — MORE ONLINE