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A.T. O'Keeffe's. Boston, Massachusetts.
It's one thing to be having a sh*tty day and to just go through the motions at times as a bartender, but when you pull out the headphones, to me that's a blatant "I don't give a f*ck."
The Drunken Mallard
21 hours ago4 min read
Sullivan's Public House (Charlestown). Boston, MA.
If I had my way, I'd change the title of my book to: Stepping Foot Inside Every Irish Pub in America aside from Sullivan's ...
The Drunken Mallard
Oct 14 min read
Biddy Early's. Boston, Massachusetts.
Some people in today's society will use the term, "biddy," to describe an old annoying woman, such as Carrie Nation. Now that woman was perhaps the biggest biddy of all time!
The Drunken Mallard
Sep 244 min read
Coogan's. Boston, Massachusetts.
You'd have a better chance of seeing Rosie O'Donnell on a treadmill than seeing me on one of these barstools again.
The Drunken Mallard
Sep 174 min read
Mr. Dooley's. Boston, Massachusetts.
As soon as you walk through the door here you notice the perfectly dim atmosphere with the bar on the left and the dining room on the right. The furniture is perfectly worn in, the wooden floorboards are fitting, the counters and walls have plenty of patina, and the craftsmanship in here is old school.
The Drunken Mallard
Sep 104 min read
Sweeney's on Boylston. Boston, Massachusetts.
If you're going to charge me $13 for a pint of Guinness in a pajama shirt, then I don't think it's ridiculous of me to expect you to provide me with a bathroom within your facility. I know it's a first world problem, but we do in fact live in the first world, so if you're going to charge me top dollar here in the first world, then I expect a flippin' bathroom.
The Drunken Mallard
Sep 35 min read
The Bebop. Boston, Massachusetts.
The term "bebop" originated in NYC as a really upbeat jazz that's almost too quick for dancing. There's a stage right near the front door, and it provides live music 7 days a week.
The Drunken Mallard
Aug 274 min read
The Black Rose. Boston, Massachusetts.
If the Black Rose ever bellies up with the amount of foot traffic it gets, then you know the owners clearly screwed up. At this point, this place would almost have to purposely want to close if they ever shut their doors, because there are simply too many people who need food and a place to sit down in the immediate area.
The Drunken Mallard
Aug 206 min read
McGeary's Pub. Albany, New York.
The bar itself holds a mere 30 ass cheeks, a few TVs, and an old wooden fridge that looks like it's been through a few life cycles. As you sit and watch TV and look around, you'll also find some old cereal boxes like Flutie Flakes.
The Drunken Mallard
Aug 134 min read
Shaughnessy's. Syracuse, New York.
If you gotta pinch a loaf, you have to leave the bar and use the hotel lobby's bathrooms, and if you're a guy; you need to find out the bathroom door's security code in order to let loose. Not cool. Not cool at all.
The Drunken Mallard
Aug 63 min read
Adolf's Old First Ward. Buffalo, New York.
I'm jealous of those who get to embellish 20+ wings under this roof as they watch the Bills kick the Patriot's ass. In that scenario: move aside Guinness, give me a Miller Highlife (bottle).
The Drunken Mallard
Jul 304 min read
The Banshee. Buffalo, New York
For a while, the locals knew the place as D'Arcy McGee's, but now it's being ran by a charismatic Irishman named Kevin. From the moment we bent our elbows at the bar to the moment we left, Kevin was constantly walking around the dining room, making sure every single person was having a good time and felt acknowledged.
The Drunken Mallard
Jul 233 min read
P.J. McIntyre's. Cleveland, Ohio
P.J.'s is a Pub of the people, as they offer $3.00 20oz Mich Ultras on the regular and $3.00 Guinness during their "Irish Power Hour" on Fridays! Three flippin' bucks for a Guinness! Sign me the hell up. On a Friday, too? Lord.
The Drunken Mallard
Jul 163 min read
The Red Leprechaun. Cincinnati, Ohio
I'm being strong with my opinions here, but I believe it needs to be said. These articles aren't meant for everyone, anyway, and in the famous words of the notorious Irish fighter, Conor McGregor, "I apologize to absolutely nobody."
The Drunken Mallard
Jul 97 min read
Lucky Well. Hamilton, Ohio
I hate it when Pubs leave empty space. It's kind of like "dead air" in the radio industry: you just can't have it. The dining room is great, though, the walls and decor are fitting. I'm specifically talking about the bar area here. (Which is where you'll essentially always find my ass).
The Drunken Mallard
Jun 266 min read
Hagy's Irish Pie Pub. Charleston, West Virginia
The signage out front gives me "NYC Chinese Takeout" vibes. If I wasn't wearing my contacts, then I'd walk in here expecting to inhale some Egg Foo Young.
The Drunken Mallard
Jun 184 min read
The Blarney Stone. Virginia Beach, Virginia
What I'm about to say next will certainly strike a few nerves with a few people, especially those who frequent this place and run the joint. The Blarney Stone has been here for years, and I'm sure it'll be here for more to come. So, at the end of the day, I'm going to say what I have to say and that's that.
The Drunken Mallard
May 215 min read
Murphy's Pub. Virginia Beach, Virginia.
Murphy's slaps, and if you're spending the night in VA Beach then you need to hang out with the friendly locals inside this establishment.
I love that they have actual signage and legitimate decor on the walls. You'll find authentic maps of Ireland with surnames on it, and other things that you won't find in the chain restaurants.
The Drunken Mallard
May 144 min read
Sine Irish Pub. Richmond, Virginia.
The sign out front is very legible, but a bit ugly in my opinion. Hey, I've seen some ugly faces out there who turn out to have some great personalities, so at the end of the day, who cares? Nothing's wrong with a butterface.
The Drunken Mallard
May 75 min read
Trinity Pub. Charlottesville, Virginia
Although, once you show up, you realize it's anything but nice, you feel out of place just for being out of school, and you spend every minute of your time waiting to finally get the hell out.
The Drunken Mallard
Apr 304 min read
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