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The fact that this place
is in any way related to the ''ugliest
place on earth'' is both surprising and depressing. After all,
I quite enjoyed myself in this little slice of Ireland on the LES.
We could hear the brogues between the guffaws at the bar as Timmy
and Tommy busted each other's balls about girls and beer and jobs
(or lack there of). They weren't so loud as to be disruptive, but
added flavor to the understated pub. I was hoping upon hope that the
Iggy's name was just a coincidence, and that the dreadful UES karaoke
barf fest was just the result of lackluster ownership without an imagination--or
Yellow Pages. No such luck. Would it up your opinion of me if I told
you that the bassist from Tiger Beat band Fall
Out Boy was sitting next to me? He wasn't with me, of course,
but being close to semi-fame is almost as good as being semi-famous
yourself. We sat at our little table listening to Charlie and Eddie
say ''fookin' a'' like a million times and speculated about whether
or not a guy who plays a guitar (even semi-successfully) for a living
should be hanging out anywhere but in bed with a supermodel. While
the joint was hardly jumping at the early-ish time we were there,
it provided a perfect, mellow environment for a pre-dinner drink.
I guess it wouldn't be until later that the brawls and rock show broke
out. [MF]
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Iggy's
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