Irish Pub

Wilfie & Nell

Wilfie & Nell

A bar built for a Hobbit. Like as in the Shire. That's the first thing that came to mind when I walked in already buzzing to this very cozy wood and brick space...
Iona

Iona

My grandfather (b. 1910), who lived a good chunk of his adolescent and adult life in Williamsburg, would be thoroughly confused by this place. "Mr. Hipster," he...
Shoolbred's

Shoolbred’s

I kept thinking this joint was called "Schoolbreds." Which made me think of those Little School Boy cookies. Or those shortbread things, um, Lorna Doones. T...
The Four-Faced Liar

The Four-Faced Liar

Odd to think the last time I was in this joint was when it was called The Flying Burrito Brothers. Besides that being the absolute worst name for anything ever,...
PJ Carney's

P.J. Carney’s

Apparently this joint has been around for a really long time. Its Home Depot, rote Irish pub decor is an immediate turn off to me, and smacks of the midtown bar...
Bull McCabe's

Bull McCabe’s

I've categorized this as an Irish Pub merely because the words "Irish Pub" are right there on the place's awning. And, if I recall correctly, they have some of ...
Mr. Dennehy's

Mr. Dennehy’s

So I was drunkenly wandering in the West Village with a group of friends who decided they wanted to watch the Belmont Stakes. And while Mr. Dennehy's wasn't an ...
Robert Emmett's

Robert Emmett’s

I'm sure I'm supposed to know who Robert Emmett is. Is he another drunk poet? One of those dudes in the blue jumpsuits who cleans up butts in front of the E...
Dempsey's Pub

Dempsey’s Pub

We thought we were being bright when we stopped by Dempsey's for some pub grub before heading out to a birthday party at a lounge nearby. After all, reviews...
Peter McManus

Peter McManus Cafe

This joint is as out of place in Chelsea as a piano bar in Bayonne. Old drunks litter the even older space that wreaks of the days when Chelsea was clearly not ...
Slainte

Slainte

I imagine that it's the exact language that this place trades on that ruins its chances to be a serious destination for pub-seeking Americans. With a city full ...
Shades of Green

Shades of Green

More like shades of beige. After trying to bring our group of five or so to Revival next door, and being denied seating by the drunken crowd, we strode with lit...
Lunasa

Lunasa

So utterly unremarkable I've already forgotten what the hell is going on. No, seriously. I've gotten through seventeen words and I've already bored myself h...
Garvey's

Garvey’s

Steve Garvey was my favorite baseball player growing up. His Ken Doll good looks (which I learned later were more Republican congressman than Mattel dreamboat...