Bar Tuesdays: Season Two - Week Four

Week Four: Leprechaun Lounge

Ah, the Leprechaun Lounge. I saw this place a few weeks ago when I was out doing an assignment for work and I just knew it had to be added to the list. Frito and David agreed with me when we showed up and saw this vehicle sitting outside:

Then we walked in to the entryway and saw this awesome little min-couch with a dirty rock randomly sitting in front of it:

Yay for dirty rocks!

The inside of the bar was relatively clean and standard aside from some Irish business to make it look all official. However, one of the choices to make the place seem more “Irish” meant painting EVERY piece of trim, every door, and the bottom half of every wall this disgusting almost flouresecent green color. I’m half Irish and I was offended – I can’t imagine a full-blood going in there. Did the designers not know about the existence of a little thing called kelly green? Another design choice? Lots of Guiness paraphernalia. I tried to capture both the green and two of the Guiness signs in this picture, but it was too dark in there to get the full effect:

The blaringly green paint all around the air conditioner was especially hideous. Lest you think that is the end of the Irish business, take a gander at one of the restroom doors:

I love that Paul is outside the ‘Lassies’ door instead of the one for the ‘Lads.’

The menu did try to be all Irish with the inclusion of Shepherd’s Pie and corned beef and cabbage, but the rest of it was full of spicy wings and ribs and such. But still, I’ll give them that for being an Irish pub. As long as there was no Celtic music playing, I’m good.

As usual for our Bar Tuesday haunts, the place did have some non-Irish related quirks, such as: individual pictures of each member of the Brady Bunch taped up in the opening credit 3x3 square rotation on a mirror behind the bar, a container of Johnson’s Baby Powder to use as chalk for the pool players, mini valances on the windows with a chicken design on them, and a whole other secret back room with a shuffleboard-type table. The back room looked awesome, but the lights and the heat were off, so we didn’t stay in there. But there was another bar in there with high top tables, and old jukebox and a Centipede arcade game. Speaking of arcade games…. Game Report: In addition to the weird shuffleboard thing and the unplugged Centipede game in the back, the main bar had a Touch Master game and a Street Fighter 2 pinball game that was full of credits so we could play it for free all night. Awesome.

Jukebox Report: FINALLY, we are back to places with jukeboxes. Paul and I hijacked it for the night, and it was one of the electronic ones where you can play songs that are on there for one credit, or download additional tunes for 2 credits. We stuck with the one credit songs and found PLENTY for our 18 credits. I was quite excited to see the Dead Milkmen on there, but saddened when I played Punk Rock Girl and found that I was the only one in the group who had ever heard it. What??! Youtube that shit, people. The jukebox also had both the Bar Tuesday official and non-official theme songs, so it passed the final test. The other patrons didn’t even seem to mind when we threw in a little Outrageous by Britney.

While Paul and I were excited about being at a bar with a jukebox again, Michael was excited about being at a bar with Keno again:

We got him to play that for the first time at the last stop in the original tour, and he’s never looked back. I love to watch him play just to witness his anger when there is no multiplier for a game. Oh, that fist gets shaking.

Brent was excited about the giant Jagermeister poster hanging on the wall behind us because he has some sort of history with the evil poison:

Frito and I were more concerned about the image of the cross and the deer head on there. What does that mean? Is it religious or sacrilegious, or is it just a random deer with a cross over his head? Is he dead and going to deer heaven?? We need to know! Frito played it safe, just in case it was some kind of weird religious thing:

Paul and I decided to buck the odds (no pun intended) and just drink up:

Then…oh, then the bar’s grade took a serious upturn when a drunk man stumbled in with his Rottweiler in tow. He approached the bar and slurred, “Can I get some food for me and my dog?”

PAUL: Did he just pronounce dog “dawg”?

MICHAEL: Is that legal to have a dog in a bar?

ME: Is that sanitary?

FRITO: No and no.

PAUL: Is he blind?

FRITO: No, just really drunk. (crossing fingers) Please let that dog shit on the floor, please let that dog shit on the floor.

DAVID: Is this our first Bar Tuesday animal sighting?

(It is if you don’t count the raccoon that chased me and Frito outside of one of the bars.)

The drunk man then stumbled off of his chair a little, but recovered quickly before causing too much of a ruckus. Just a mini-drunk fall.

FRITO: Should we play Drop It Like It’s Hot or Free Fallin’ on the jukebox?

I tried to get a stealth photo of the dog since I didn’t want to anger the drunk man. I didn’t use my flash, so it came out quite dark and grainy, but that just makes the dog look all the more evil:

“Give me some Guiness and potatoes or I will chew on Michael Flatley’s legs. Who will be your Lord of the Dance then, huh?” Or maybe he was just thinking, “Ruff!” Same difference.

A few minutes later, our night was made complete when the drunk man fell of his barstool AGAIN, but this time took out the 3 barstools next to him and let go of the dog’s leash, sending him scampering to the other side of the bar. We all just smiled at each other and made a silent toast to the beauty that is Bar Tuesday.

Erin Go Bragh!

Conversational Segue of the Night: “Speaking of puking hookers....” Awesome. I think I'm going to start some conversations with that during Thanksgiving dinner tomorrow.