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| - "You know what we need?" someone said. "A corned beef quesadilla."
In other countries, they would have been laughed off the border and into the ocean. But this is AMERICA, baby! We dream big. Who wants chicken paprikash nachos? We do! And so the Loco Leprechaun was born - a Frankenstein-like conglomeration of two disparate menus mashed together.
Every time I walk in here I want to raise my arms and shout, "IT'S ALIVE!"
Interestingly enough, the corned beef quesadilla is the only thing I would actively tell you to avoid on the menu. (The corned beef is really lame, little flabby strips that are more like bologna - try Corky and Lenny's for a much better local sample.)
But everything here is made fresh, by an actual chef (not a fry cook), and the attention to detail shows.
The chicken paprikash nachos feature piping-hot nachos and real white-meat chicken chunks underneath a delectable slathering of spicy, tasty sauce. The doughnuts at the end are freshly-made, drizzled with Baileys cream sauce an brown sugar, still warm, and they melt in your mouth.
The atmosphere? Well, if you're not into sports it's more of a takeout joint. There's a huge row of bingo/keno/something chairs in the center, and the screens are huge and constantly tuned to beefy men in uniforms knocking balls around. That may actually be a draw for you, and if it is, I can vouch that the customers are very friendly, as are the waitresses.
In short, it's a sports bar with solid food and a strangely experimental menu, and I'm always happy to go back.
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