This place can get really awesome or really dull dependent on one solitary man resembling a leprechaun with a filthy mouth and penchant for calling out mouthy toolbags, all while playing the guitar and happily caroling away in Irish drinking hymnals. It can get really crowded, which makes standing really tedious and plants a target on your big forehead for the leprechaun to abuse. On St. Paddy's Day, this place is chaos, and like most other forced holidays is not worth getting into the carnival atmosphere just to say you did it. Cash-only holidays get old in a hurry.