A good pub in a land, meaning Long Island, that has willfully driven itself into cultural oblivion.
This was the site of a few great memories with my brother, especially when I announced he was about to become an uncle. He honked his horn for the world to hear, and we tucked in for a wonderful time.
I find the Irish, in general, Â to be a bit full of themselves these days, but they still know how to pull (an overpriced) pint.
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