With our goal of 4 bars for the night met, we decide to push on. At that point everyone had moved into the 'I don't give a damn' portion of the buzz, and we were all having a pretty good time. Having lived in the city for almost 8 years, I remember coming to this bar when it was the Lost and Found. That bar is gone now, and in its place is another faux Irish pub (why do people like faux Irish pubs so much?). Clean and new, but having the ethnic authenticity of a wienerschnitzel franchise, there aren't a lot of pros to this place. One of them is that since the pub spans two store fronts, there is a bar on each side of the building sitting about 15 feet apart. Access to beer is always a plus.
The place was actually pretty full, and I wasn't minding it too much, but then the band came on. I've always wanted to be in a band, but last night reminded me of what happens when bands go wrong. God, it was horrible! Crappy blues-meets-pub rock trash with some rediculous woman trying to be Janis Joplin. Get me out of here! We slammed our drinks and piled out the door.
Josh, Melissa, Molly and Paul
Maggie McGarry's, 1353 Grant Avenue
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