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| - It is somewhat interesting seeing a bar named "Hartigans" - obviously an Irish name, with a menu to match - come up in a category labeled "gay bars". Not, as Jerry Seinfeld so eloquently put it several years ago, that there is anything wrong with that.
When you visit, you will see that the physical bar fits the name of the place, and you should feel immediately welcomed. The wood stretches the length of the place, from the entrance almost to the end of the upper floor. And yes, there is a lower floor, which is perhaps where the other aspect comes into play.
Head downstairs and you get more of a club atmosphere, with pool tables, space for dancing and yes, cages. Or cage.
As you might expect, an Irish Gay Bar does have a menu, and it is interesting, sporting items such as the Dirty Gertie, the Monte Christa and the Toora Loora Loora. At the suggestion of the bartender, I went with the Monte Christa - hot ham, turkey and swiss cheese with light raspberry vinaigrette on grilled texas toast - and you know what? It was fab-u-lous. Or I was.
The place is definitely a bit of a paradox, if you have not figured that out already, but we could use more of that around these parts.
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