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Well, it is
Irish. We know this because we heard at least two U2 songs as we drank
a couple pints while the sun was still shining and the Times Square
crowd filtered past. We honestly just stopped in as a way to kill
time before going to see a movie at the Ziegfeld. The person meeting
us was late, so one Diet Coke turned into a pint, which turned into
two. In retrospect, drinking three large glasses of liquid before
a movie was probably a mistake. Planning a night out at this place
would also be a mistake. We've been to Ireland. The bars in Ireland
were loud and fun. This joint must represent the deadly quiet (aside
from the U2), unfun part of Ireland we missed. Mrs. Hipster and I
spent the first thirty seconds of our time here looking at the county
maps of The Emerald Isle pointing out where ¼ of her family came
from, another two minutes locating her family crest on the family
crest poster and then another forty minutes watching the dust settle
on some old dude at the bar. Finally the friend showed up, and we
went to see a movie so horrendous that I almost wished I was back
staring at the ratty picture of JFK on the wall and wondering how
Bono has gotten away with that mullet for so long without anybody
calling him out on it. [MF]
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