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| - Everyone that talked about this place raved about how awesome it is...
...so it was disappointing when I entered. First off, the surroundings are quite sterile. It almost feels like you're in a mall instead of a bar or pub. Pubs should have a cozy dark feeling to them, I think; make you want to sit back and just chill. No booths, no intimate lighting...and the only thing that seemed to make it a sports bar was some 10 plasmas hanging from the four walls and various sports memorabilia. (My favorite was the photo of the rugby guys in huddle, round rumps pointing right at ya. OW! Reminds me of Las Vegas....but that's another story.)
The menu is a mix of Irish traditionals, sandwiches, burgers, etc. Bar food.
I had to try a drink...seeing as I was at a pub/bar whatchamacallit. So since I had just gotten off of work, I wanted something sweet. The Irish Candy was pretty tasty. Mild though...I didn't turn red.
It took quite a long time for our orders to get to the table so I passed the time watching our waitress fly from one table to another while another guy (waiter? bartender? flirter?) was chatting it up with a couple of girls.
I ordered fish and chips....the chips were pretty yummy, but the fish was even better. Beer battered with what tasted like exceptional beer..I think I got drunk off the batter more than my tasty drink. The only thing that was a downer was the coleslaw. This thing was warm and tasted like unloading a spoonful of mayo in your mouth. Mmmm...warm mayo.
My other party ordered the Irish Beef Stew.
Or should I say baby vomit?
Encased in a soggy bread bowl, this brown goop looked already half eaten and processed. Okay, I'm open minded. I take a bite.
At least it doesn't taste like a baby's diaper...
Actually, it doesn't taste like anything at all. No meat, sad looking pieces of carrots and peas...and an indigestible mass of bay leaves. Mmmm...warm mayo and bay leaves. Hits the spot.
So here comes the three star part. We tell the waitress that the stew is icky....she looks horrified and asks if we want something else....so the corned beef sandwich is ordered. She apologizes maybe three times and takes the nastiness away. No fuss!
And comes the sandwich....WAY better. With sweet potato fries.
Oh
My
Self.
Goodbye McDonald's fries, hello sweet potato fries. Just thin enough that the fries aren't gooey in the center...nicely seasoned. The sandwich was a happy alternative...although if you order it and don't like mustard much, tell them to lay off it a little.
Here's another tip: if you eat at a table, try not to face the bar. It's unpleasant trying to enjoy food when you see hairy arses peeking out from loose jeans.
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