This little pub is a local favorite in Manhasset. We arrived late night for a quick nightcap and it seemed to be crowded with the typical Manhasset fare of youngsters playing cards, people drinking/mingling and the standard wedding party having their after reception drinks. A decent pub environment as far as I have seen from the Manhasset venue. This place is a laid back place to grab a drink and meet some locals.
Review Source:Midday. It's raining. Not cats and dogs either. It'd had long progressed to lions and wolves... or at least bobcats and hyenas. I pass by the Irish pub simply labeled "Greens". I briefly forget about the pressing business I have inside and smirk at the irony of the blood red building contrasting it's name. I park in the lot  behind the Rite Aid. There's a sign indicating that parking is reserved for Rite Aid customers, I ignore it. I cross the street feeling the hard rain pouring down onto the streets and washing away the dark events of previous days, the fire damage still fresh on the pavement.. I walk through the door as a lightning strikes and the various patrons all look up; I love a dramatic entrance. The patrons go back to their drinks and watching the sports highlights of last night's game on the several LCD TVs mounted above the bar. The barkeep gives me a knowing nod and heads into the back; he knows why I'm here.
I scan further down the bar and lay eyes on the dame. 5 foot 7 and fiery red hair, she looks up at me with eyes burning like fire and flashes a smile that screams trouble. That's my middle name. I walk over and ask for a light. Her eyes light up but she says she doesn't smoke. Neither do I, I'm just fishing for clues. Is she the one? Too soon to tell.
"Aurora Blaze" she says with a slight southern drawl. "Dick Justice" I grunt in return. I leave out the part about my middle name being 'trouble'. It seems like a good call. "Of course you are" She says smiling "Dick, I wonder if you might do me a favor". If I had a nickel for every time a dame asked me that... I'd be making money in a very strange way. But she's bored and only wants someone to play pool with. I could think of a lot of things I'd like to do with her and the coin operated pool table in the center of the bar but I simple nod yes and pull out a stack of quarters.
Time was, you could pass your time here playing a stand up video game "Buck Hunt". Sickos used to get their temporary kicks blasting forest animals with a plastic gun all hours of the day before it was removed. The pool table being the only interactive form of entertainment left looks like a broken down man whose will has been eroded by years with an overbearing partner. Fitting, as it was about to have it's balls broken.
We play for a while and I ask her a few questions about the firebombing in the streets the other day. She moves around the table with the precision of an assassin methodically sinking a ball each time I ask a question, the resounding thunk coinciding with the sinking feeling in my stomach. Punctuating each answer with "sugah" or "honey" the alibi she lays out is anything but sweet. Â I'm certain now, she is the one. No surprise really. Only the most interesting and dangerous folks show their faces around this pub. She knows I'm on to her and asks "You gonna turn me in gumshoe?". Before I can answer the barkeep returns from the back and hands me a dark plastic bag, and I slide him an undisclosed amount of cash, he looks down and nods in appreciation. Our business is done.
I turn back to her and look her straight in the eyes, the steamy aroma of the best crab cakes and onion rings in town wafting from the bag up to my nostrils. "No ma'am, I'm no detective. Just picking up my lunch" I say and then turn around and stroll back out into the storm.
Fine place to get a drink late on a weeknight. They let you bring food in from pizza place down the street. Decent selection of beers. Crowded on the weekends and I'm really not sure why. It's just not THAT cool. But it's close to home and convenient for my friends/coworkers. Sucks that they allow smoking, always walk out of there smelling like a chimney. And they took out the Buck Hunter machine. =( even so, it's a decent place and i'll continue to go.
Review Source:Green's is a cool-ass pub. I'm not too sure what makes it an 'Irish' pub but what the hell - call it what you want, I had a great time there. The bartender was friendly and funny, the local characters (some of the original characters straight out of The Tender Bar's Publicans) are priceless and, most importantly, they pour a stiff drink at Green's.
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