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This isn't the place
you want to come if you're looking for a wife. In fact, this isn't
the place you want to come if you're looking to look at women, period.
The only female in the bar is the female bull terrier panting her
face off on the fancy couch by the front door. To be fair, we didn't
actually check the dog's gender, but figure we didn't see any obvious
sackage going on, so... The clientele seemed to be made up mostly
of solo, late-thirty-something males nursing English and Irish beers.
The bartender couldn't be any friendlier, and the bar itself is cozy
and inviting, so it's really a shame that the place can't pull at
least a couple chicks. So, when you're looking to enjoy a pint or
two with a close male friend in a wood-laden, small neighborhood pub,
come on in and bring your Claritin if you're allergic to dogs (there
were three of 'em in there when we were hanging out.) [MF]
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