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| - We're semi-regulars. We always sit at the bar. We love Green Island, it's our go-to when at 8:00 we realize we're too lazy to cook. The owner, Sean, prefaces everyone's name with "Neighbor...." And he knows everyone! It's like suburban Irish Cheers. Like, "Oh, that's Neighbor Bud, he lives on Huntmere, he's blind, so I'll go pick him up if he wants to come over for dinner." [true story] Or... "Neighbor Jerry, oh yeah, he's crazy [in the sense that he's funny], he lives on Juneway." But imagine him purring that out in his Irish accent. We don't go there often enough to be regulars, but he always remembers us. Everyone talks to everyone else. It's friendly, familial. The food? Green Island is obviously not Michelin-starred; it's a neighborhood pub. It has solid burgers and sandwiches, and surprisingly good entrees... like, would I normally order a filet from a place like this? No. Have I ordered it multiple times from Green Island? Yes. Have I ever seen the terrible service described in other reviews? Never. Should you drive from the East Side to go here? Probably not. Should you stop by if you came from the East Side for some other reason? Duh.
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