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| - Loco Leprechaun? An Irish-Mexican Cantina? How exactly does one fuse together two cuisines so different? Just the idea of a place so odd was intriguing. If anything, it'd be a decent place to meet friends for cheap drinks.
Loco Leprechaun, tucked away in an unassuming strip-mall in Westlake looked no different from any other sports bar I've ever been to. A wide open space surrounded by plasma TV's, high-top tables and booths along the walls. The menu was kind of disappointing too. There were a few Irish and a few Mexican dishes, but no interesting fusion between the two cuisines as the restaurant title and slogan might suggest. For the most part, the menu was basically your typical everyday Americanized bar food. Nothing new or inspiring here. (And no, Chicken Paprikash Nachos doesn't count. Paprikash is neither Irish or Mexican. It's Hungarian for chrissakes and it being on the menu makes little sense.)
At each table, they proudly advertise the sale of Smirnoff Ice and encourage the potential douche clientèle to partake in the retarded "Bros Icing Bros" game. For further explanation, see here http://deadspin.com/5557348/the-awful-epitome-of-brahsomeness-bros-icing-bro
Now, I know the title: Loco Leprechaun doesn't exactly spew class, but in no way was I prepared for the onslaught of humiliation and insult that our party would soon endure....
Getting blasted with farts. Smelly, gut wrenching, make you want to dry heave, lose your appetite type of gassy ass-explosions! You see, our party of 4 sat at a booth. Downstream of the high-tops. This one particular high-top with a middle aged fellow was sitting within shooting distance. His trigger happy ass was at the same height as our faces. I had the unfortunate pleasure of being on the end of the booth and the first to smell the onslaught. But a strong nose wasn't the only sense needed to tip off the perpetrator. This guy's farts were so rip-roaringly loud, it was almost as if he didn't care. Either that or we were being Punk'd. Unfortunately Ashton Kutcher never popped out from behind the curtains.
Now, I will admit, the fart was funny. The first one or two times. The third, fourth and fifth time though, I was getting a little pissed and worried. Does this guy have no regard for human life? Is there something terribly wrong with his bowels? Should he seek medical attention? Clearly YES, to all of the above!
Now, I know patrons alone shouldn't be the main cause for a bad review, and the food was passable (perhaps too much so as our loose boweled friend evidenced), but this place just seems to attract filthy swine. And for that reason, I'll most likely have to stay far away next time I find myself in Westlake.
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