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| - You know all those Irish folk songs about Irish maidens and their storied beauty and their eyes as bright as the hillside and with flowing flaxen hair and what not?
Well, there's a waitress here who all of them were written about.
I know that's incredibly tacky to say - after all, I'm more than positive waitresses around the world collectively roll their eyes at the whole "patron thinks I'm the greatest thing since Guinness" thing. Don't worry, gentle reader, I didn't scribble out some sort of pathetic plea accompanied by my number on my credit receipt.
No, in a much preferable and completely less pathetic outing, I scribbled a semi-anonymous yelp review about her on the internet days later where she'll never see it. Ooh, that one stings.
But to the blonde waitress with the Irish name, congratulations on your exceptional genetics. If I was reviewing this place based on their ability to hire good looking women who make me part with larger than usual tips, they'd get 5 stars.
But, let's move on and peek under Jameson's kilt to see if this place has any balls.
This Jamesons is the new kid on the block, bringing it's not-so-original flavor of Irish Pub to the 17th ave stretch. That's not a knock on ol' Jameson's, mind you, but there are just SO many Irish pubs already. That said, this place is set up well and feels far less dark and sticky than, say, Kilkenny's up north.
We came here over lunch hoping to steal a seat on the patio, but alas, there were none to be had. It's awesome Jameson's HAS a patio though given how few places along the stretch actually do. We parked it inside near the big, open windows and were served promptly.
The menu is more or less your standard pub fare at your standard 17th-ave establishment rate. I got the Irish Club, which is probably as authentically Irish as Lucky Charms. It was tasty, though - not too salty, not too small.
The beer menu is pretty extensive - it's no bottle screw bill's, but it's not trying to be. A good mix of smaller breweries and your old, recognizable favorites.
I also enjoyed a Village Blonde beer, which was apparently supposed to come with a free cup. Furnish my home AND drink beer? Don't mind if I do. Sadly, the free cup never materialized. Looks like I'll need to take more trips to IKEA.
Is this an above average place for a summer lunch? I guess so, given the patio setup and the big windows. If you're a sun-seeker or want to catch the breeze on a warm day, I'd definitely recommend this place over others on the red mile.
But, everything else was sort of a shoulder shrug. Not bad at all, just not amazing. Except, of course, the blonde Irish waitress who delivered the drinks. Lassie, you can swing your flaxen hair my way any day.
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