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| - Oh boy was I excited when I first walked into Rosie McCaffrey's. An Irish pub right down the street? This place was a godsend disguised as a local drunken hotspot.
Apparently, it wasn't disguised at all. It really is just a local drunken hotspot.
I've been a moderate patron of Rosies for the past few months now, and while this is my usual watering hole of choice, there are a few things that need to be said about it. First of all, the beer selection is good. It isn't Yardhouse by a longshot, but the choices are varied for different tastes and income brackets. The food is good for bar fare. I felt much like a Irish local grazing the fields of greasy confections, I could literally feel my alcohol tolerance increasing with each bite. The service is good, but prepare to wait if the place fills up (which it does) and you'll get looked over if you don't have cleavage (which I don't) but it helps if you're on a first name basis with the staff (which I am).
The music is varied, which is nice. On the nights where live music is playing, you'll get a spattering of Irish folk music or recent covers. I'm a fan of a few bands that play there, but to be completely honest, there have only been a few occasions where I've found my toes tapping. But it's lively and fun, pleasant to listen to while you inebriate yourself.
You'll find a wide range of characters that frequent Rosies, though. From the bar rats, greased woman hunters, drunken floozies, haughty better-than-alls and down home boys, there is never a lack of people to talk to. I can't guarantee a good experience, but who can? But I wouldn't worry, if you're using the place as you should, you won't remember tomorrow morning anyway.
No matter it's flaws, Rosie McCaffery's is worth a visit at least. Grab a bite, take a shot of Irish courage and mix it up with a stranger. If you see a fellow standing to the side, people watching with a silent amused smirk, come and say hello. I probably won't bite.
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