Thursday, March 18th, 2010—Bar 67
Day 67—Wednesday, March 17th—St. Patrick’s Day
Blarney Stone
Okay, it’s here, St. Patrick’s Day. The wearin’ of the green and the drinkin’ of the Guinness and/or anything with alcohol in it. To be honest, I kind of thought about going to a bar where there wouldn’t be any celebration to avoid the madness. But then I decided to fly right into the fucking eye of the booze-soaked hurricane and go to an old-school Irish bar. I walked to work around noon and people were already getting shit-faced. You can imagine what it’ll be like at an old time Irish bar in New York City tonight. Actually, you don’t have to imagine anything at all, because here we go! Too-rah-loo-rah-loo-rah!
The streets are kind of empty, I hope I didn't miss the St. Paddy's day fun. Oh, oh, coppers to the left, hide your beer everybody!
Okay, here we are at the Blarney Stone, this is more like it!
A great neon sign. The two unlit letters are pefect.
Holy shitballs, it's packed in here!
It's a sea of green and everybody's drinking heavily.
Wow, thee deep at the bar.
Here's a view from the end of the bar. St. Patrick's day madness in New York City!
Cheers!
It's too crowded and noisy to ask anyone to pose for a picture tonight.
In fact I think I'll close up shop a little early tonight. Why?
Because it's St. Patrick's day and I gotta catch up to everyone! Cheers and Happy St. Paddy's Day to you all!
Review
I think there’s about a half dozen bars named Blarney Stone in Manhattan and they are all virtually clones of each other. No frills, no thrills, no daffodils. One bar and assorted tables and chairs strewn about. You come here to drink and you don’t fuck around. I’m pretty sure that if you ordered a fruity drink like “Sex on the Beach” in one of these joints the bartender would throw you right through the window and not miss an Irish beat as he’s pouring a beer and a shot for the regular who’s been sitting on the same bar stool for 47 years.
They also lay out a spread of food starting at lunchtime consisting of Brisket of Beef, Corn Beef, Pastrami, Ham, Turkey and Roast Chicken. You can get an overstuffed sandwich or a hot plate and the serving’s are as big as a leprechaun with a thryoid condition. Nobody was eating in here tonight though. Happy St. Patricks day, everybody!
The Blarney Stone
412 8th Ave. and various other locations around midtown. Throw a rock and you’ll probably hit one.
And in closing here's the Pogues with Kirsty MacColl with "Fairytale of New York."
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Reader Comments (10)
Happy St. Pat's day! Loved the NYC pictures and the Pogues video!
Marty, I had a good friend that was about as Irish as you could possibly get that died last Christmas of lung cancer. He didn't trust computers, and there was no way I could send him the you tube video that I just sent to you, Peter Griffin's Drunken Irish Dad. I often wonder what he might have thought of it. Happy St. Patrick's Day Everybody!
nice wearin' of the green post! happy st. patty's day everybody!
I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that the number one pick-up line at this chain of bars is: "Hey, you wanna kiss my Blarney Stones?" Looks kinda like every basement man-cave bar in the neighborhood, but what the hell...Happy St. Patrick's Day! Now could someone please pass me some Alka-Seltzer?
I Love The Color Green , & I Am Wearing Green Again Today !!!, But Not As Bright As I Did Yesterday , Some Thought My Florescent Green Was too Much , & Got Allot Of Comments ,
" Did that come with batteries " !
Cheers
hey Jaws the Cabbie, my Mrs set my mobile ring tone up as Peter Griffins Drunken Irish Dad when i was in the States last year & i will be getting her to set it up again when i get back there in june....ironic, my dad was part Irish & was drunk alot, but a fucken top bloke, with a heart of gold (RIP Jimmy) & was loved by everyone back in my hometown....his last request to me was quote:"David will you just pull your fuckin' finger outa ya arse, quit ya job & piss off to the States, ya givin me the shits worryin bout me all the time!!!!"...good onya Jimmy!
plus i watched bout 6 hours of Family Guy on the flight over to the States, kept alot of people awake with me laughin' me tits off....just cant get enough of Peter, Stuey, & Brian....cheers to Seth Macfarlane!
hey Marty ol' mate....you've done it again big fella! The Blarney Stone sounds like another pub tailored for me!! we have Finnians Irish Tavern here in Port, but not my scene, full of yuppee pin striped suits, would be's if they could be's & never will be's...shame its not a bad pub, just the atmosphere is as funny as a fart in the elevator...
& ya made me laugh at the suggestion of ordering a Sex on the Beach drink, reminds me of the pubs i've been to in Outback Oz...specially up in the Northern Territory, Queensland & Western New South Wales....ya order anything more extravagant than a Bundy (rum) & Coke & you get the "Wot- tha-fuck" eyes from bar staff....real bloke pubs, no frills, no fuckups, no worries!
LOL @ Jason... too bright? really? batteries? :D
Everybody looks happy drunk !! TO ST PADDY'S DAY ! Cheers!
TO ST. PADDY'S DAY! Cheers everyone, thanks for the comments!
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