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I'm always a little
skeptical of Irish pubs that feel the need to actually put the word
Irish in their name. It would be like a sushi restaurant calling itself
The Japanese Samurai Fishery or something. I don't know; it's just
one of my little qualms. Honestly The Irish Rogue need not be Irish
at all, as it can stand on its own two American feet as a decent sports
pub. Yeah, you heard me: a sports pub. Call it a wacky hybrid
where you can comfortably order a dark beer and watch a Yankee
game. After walking by this place several hundred times on the way
to and from work, I finally stopped in one evening with a co-worker.
The lighting was pleasant, as was the nice mixture of brass and wood.
The ceiling looks like someone took some time to decorate, and the
high tables were great for sports and people watching. The barmaids
were actually Irish and very pleasant, and the Guinness was poured
with care. Where was this place in 1995 when I was stuck watching
football in the Winger-lovin' Bear
Bar? Well, even if it was around, I highly doubt I would have
come down from my UES perch to this odd Midtown location. This particular
area has quite a few bars that might fit the vague description of
the sports bar, but most of those dotting Eighth Avenue are so crowded
and loud, both sports and beer are an afterthought. This joint seems
to have struck a nice balance, catering to the after work man in us
all who, after all, wants nothing more than to kick back with a brew
and watch Gary Sheffield smack the crap out of the ball. [MF]
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