With the holidays, comes the annual company holiday party, and with the annual holiday party comes one of the few nights a year where the wife and I can get in a decent ‘pub crawl.’ Of course we pay for the ‘pub crawl’ the next day with the usual symptoms (for those of you who are worried that I may be an alcoholic -- just remember that still getting a hangover is a sure sign that I am not yet an alcoholic), but I am willing to make the sacrifice for you, my loyal readers (all eight-point-six-one of you).
So with no further ado or gilding of the lily, here is not one, BUT TWO local bar reviews for you to consider before you go on your next pub crawl! Don’t thank me, you’re worth it.
First up we have a venerable San Antonio bar; Durty Nelly’s. Nelly’s is an old standard in the San Antonio bar scene and the only ‘irish pub’ on the riverwalk. This usually means a large crowd of turistas and depending on what you are looking for, this could be a good or bad thing. For my posse and me, it was a bad thing.
I knew we were in trouble when we had to wait outside for three people to leave, before we could go in the pub. As we walked in, my concerns were confirmed, no where to sit and wall to wall weta touristas. No matter, I was jonse’n for a Guinness (why is it that company parties always serve such crappy beer) , and no one was going to get in my way. I fought my way through the crowd, squeezed between the hollister and ambercrombie model-wannabes who were busy trying to impress their dates, and bellied up to the bar.
As soon as I saw how haggard the barkeep was I knew that the pull was going to be shabby. Sure enough, the draw was quick (good in the old-west -- crappy if you are pull’n pints), unsettled, and flat.
It was bad enough to make me leave without ordering another one.
So it is with heavy hand that I write -- er..type my review; I will have to give the honored establishment a 2.5. Sorry, DN but if you are going to claim to be an irish pub then you need to pour your Guinness right -- screw up the cosmopolitans, sour apple martinis and all those other froo-froo-establishment-guy drinks, but don’t mess with a working-mans Guinness.
Alas, the evening did not start out well, crappy Bud products at the company party and a bad pint at DN’s, but since I am not a quitter -- I decided to press on.
My intrepid party and I trudged on, through the crowded hustle and bustle that is the riverwalk in SA-Town during Christmas time. Our next stop was the riverwalk’s only Scottish Pub -- Mad Dogs.
Thank you Lord for the Scotts (Mike Myers, Patrick Stewart, Sean Connery, Braveheart, and the kilt -- need I say more...), because they saved my evening.
The bar was crowded, there was a five dollar cover charge, but the barkeep pulled a good pint and the company was warm and engaging. Overall the Guinness came out with a nice thick head, which held till the last swallow. Unfortunately, Mad Dogs, although it did well, still did not reach the same level as Fado’s in A - Town. It , however, with much gratitude (for saving my evening) that I give Mad Dogs a respectable 3.5 out 5 pints.
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