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Apparently there is
a restaurant attached to this Irish bar. We had no idea. That aside,
this bar is actually a decent facsimile of an Irish pub in the big
city. Complete with stained glass windows that look out into narrow
alleys, tons of wood, tons of smoke, tons of beer, and a healthy dose
of drunken buffoons, Parlour holds its own with the genuine Irish
hooligans who come here to watch rugby on the bar televisions. Granted,
these countrymen are generally overrun by squealing UWSers and the
occasional Long Island poseur. This is one of those bars that seems
to be fun and annoying all at the same time. Listening to good tunes
pour out of the jukebox while hanging with friends is fun. Waiting
20 minutes to get a beer, and fighting your way through the crowd
to use one of two private bathrooms is just plain annoying. The more
we think about it, one should probably only go here when he/she is
sure there won't be a crowd. Unlike true Irishmen, Americans haven't
yet learned how to not crowd the bar or hold their bladders. Again
we say, "Bathrooms are for peeing, not for making mobile phone calls
or making out with the drunk girl with a coaster stuck to her face."
[MF]
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