New Year’s Eve. St. Patrick’s Day. Cinco de Mayo. Drinking holidays I avoid at all costs. With all of the chances I’ve used up, why risk being out on the streets with all the amateurs out there screwing it up for the rest of us.
A person who likes to know what I’m up against, I set out to survey the St. Patrick’s Day scene. I was shocked by this bold declaration of holiday leadership at Beer Island:
I surveyed the other corners:
Fitzgerald’s. Even without the sign, they have the name. I like their approach here. No claim to exclusivity, but a definite assertion about the level of fun you will be allowed to have, or even encouraged to indulge in.
Next, the ever-so-mediocre:
Jimmy’s Place has a draw no matter what, but it is nice to see they put some effort into it:
Onion Creek, just down the street, gets a little cheeky:
I ventured to the it-street of Houston drinking, Washington Avenue.
Total points for subtlety.
Truth be told, not much was shaking on Washington as far as St. Patrick’s Day signage. I knew the spots that were sure things, so headed further south.
Can you imagine the wait for a pizza at this party? I guess the whole ticketing thing keeps the party packed with regulars, which is a nice touch if you are a regular. It is worth noting that the Red Lion down the road has nary a speck of green decorating its façade. Staying neutral. Very British of them.
Next stop, The Tavern:
Anyway, count on Griff’s to have the set-up which shows exactly which green counts the most on St. Patrick’s Day:
Note that the sign behind the temporary ATMs doesn’t even bother to use green paint. You might as well go to Griff’s for St. Patrick’s Day once in your adult life, just to say you’ve been to the grandfather of all St. Patrick’s Day drunkfests in town:
I’ll look for you at the Continental Club. While clearly, Allen in a kilt should be the primary draw, you can’t deny the appeal of something like this: