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We thought we were being
bright when we stopped by Dempsey's for some pub grub before heading
out to a birthday party at a lounge nearby. After all, reviews around
the Web had good things to say, and we were in the mood for a burger
or fish and chips. We walked into the well-worn pub and told the barmaid
that we'd love something to eat. She replied, "Great, I'll go get
you the menus." The plural didn't throw us at first, as maybe they
were so fancy that they had a dinner menu and a pub menu.
Who knows? Anyway, we got our beers and then were handed what looked
like an art school portfolio case. We looked at each other inquisitively
and unzipped the thing to discover tens of menus for surrounding restaurants.
We had somehow been duped into finding the only Irish pub in New York
that didn't serve food. The waitress was stunned when we confessed
we thought they had a kitchen (which, apparently they had until recently),
and she practically begged us to stay and order from one of the fine
area joints. At that point we had built the idea of a burger up so
much in our heads that it's all we could think about, and knew that
one beer was going to be it for the evening. During that one drink
we observed an older crowd than expected--meaning that the folks might
have actually been in their thirties--either lounging around chatting
or playing a casual game of darts. It was relatively early, so the
crowd was sparse, but I imagine the kind of classic, old pub space
draws a mellow audience that likes Guinness better than spritzers
and doesn't mind that Dempsey's glory days may have passed some time
ago. [MF]
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