It's an Irish bar. One would think the guitar player would sing Irish themed music...not your average cool guy with a guitar type songs. So, strike one there. Strike two, the drinks are way over priced for the size of the glass. And strike three, worst bread pudding EVER. It was dried out, tasted SOUR of all things and the giant white lump on the top it's not vanilla ice cream, my friends - it's pure butter. Yes, I was the one to discover that.