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Prior to its remodeling
in 1998, the Kinsale was less like a tavern and more like a home to
the criminally drunk and helplessly stupid. Most of its patrons didn't
care if they fell off their stool, as long as it got them a buy-back
on their next Guinness. In fact, the owners tried to rename the bar
The Bantree Tavern, but nobody was fooled, and they soon gave up.
The undesirables have been replaced by a more upscale crowd that generally
stays seated and does more rooting for the Knicks than Manchester
United. The bartender, Francis, is a holdover and always manages to
remember regulars, or even semi-regulars (along with his tolerance
for obscenely underage girls). The place itself sports your typical
dark wood and brass, with a nice new flat screen TV hanging over the
middle of the bar. The cooks have unfortunately perfected the ancient
Irish art of boiling absolutely everything, but the shepherd's pie
is supposed to be great. [MF]
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