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| - With Dave all the way (well, except for the fish part) on this dark, classy, leather-encrusted Irish Pub. I hadn't been here in years and was kind of amazed how much it resembled pre-fire Ri Ra's. And yup, something about the atmosphere here (and in most other Pubs) puts me immediately at ease.
The game seemed to have them a bit frazzled, but you could also tell they were trying pretty hard. There isn't a TV for every 10 degree turn of the head, so that's a plus. Food is more interesting on the weekends, as they offer Irish brunch dishes - my Irish Benedict (1st try having gotten consumed by a table pal after arriving with rashers, a thick, ham-like meat) was good, with the potato cakes stealing the show. I'd come back on a non-World Cup weekend for this dish, absolutely.
Bloody Mary was meh, but it had a huge pickle spear as a garnish. Hard to be angry at a drink that comes with a pickle.
For me, Ri Ra's is a better place to hit off-hours with friends, all of us squished into a booth, talking about Ulysses. But its' sports bar alter-ego is definitively what pays the bills.
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