I think the biggest attraction of the Fenian Pub must be Big Mick himself! Great story.

On the 17th, I took the advice of Sandy Paton and went down to The Penguin Restaurant right here in my own hometown. Frank and I paid a fortune to sit at a little table eating tiny unknown morsels about 10 feet away from Sandy and Caroline, who were singing wonderful old songs. They are truly delightful to hear and to know. (Thanks, Mudcat for introducing us).

The restaurant was OK, but Frank (who rarely drinks much) was pretty perturbed that they didn't have Jameson's on this of all days, which almost caused a huge scene. (There were annual toasts that required the correct ingredient, after all). He finally settled for something called John Powers, but he and Hank at the next table grumbled for quite awhile about what kind of restaurant would serve a supposedly Irish menu on St. Patrick's day and not have Jameson's. And the Guinness was in cans!

So the restaurant had it's drawbacks, but the Patons (which is why we went) were worth it all.