This was when the Irish pub thing was really starting to snowball. “Invasion of The Bar Snatchers” we called it.
It was already starting to become a cliché when I moved into a “breakup insurance” apartment in
Those first few months I was in
On my first visit to O’Malley’s, at about three in the afternoon on a weekday, the only people in the place were the fat, gruff, forty-ish bartender and two old drunks face down on the bar like bookends. I was a little put off at first, especially since one of the drunks was drooling on the bar, but I was sold when I paid for a Budweiser and a shot of Beam with a fiver and received a dollar in change!
I maybe went in there five more times and then one winter day I found this curious relic shuttered. A few days later my “break up insurance” roommate Aldo and I heard the news. They were opening an Irish immigrant pub where O’Malley’s had been.
Already tired of the trend Aldo and I had a lot of laughs speculating on the name and style of the new Irish pub.
“They should call it ‘The Troubles”.
“How about ‘The Bobby Sands’? "
“Do you think they’ll have Guinness and boneless tenders? That would be a first!”
When the bar finally opened it would be called “The Thirsty Scholar” but in mocking the accents of the owners and staff Aldo and I would from then on refer to it as “The TIRSTY”. They did indeed have Guinness and boneless tenders and the bar was well groomed and boring as hell.