O'Brien's Irish Pub & Restaurant

You know it wasn't what I expected and I mean that in both positive and negative ways.  

I sat on the patio.  Service was good.  One gal taking care of the patio.  She was doing a good job.  A band played some nice Irish music.  The beer selection is a little disappointing.  They were out of a ton of stuff which the waitress told me ahead of time.  So I ordered one that she didn't say was out.  She came back saying that it was out too.  So I tried another.  She returned so apologetically.  Out too.  I settled on something else.  It was fine.  

Now I didn't expect to love the food.  I expected it to really only be so so.  But this is where the surpise came in.  It was a tasty ass caesar salad and filling too.

Three stars.  Not a bad place.  But its never good when bars are out of so many beers.

Live music in the back room

The city is crowded
  My friends are away
And I'm on my own

It's too hot to handle
  So I got to get up and go

Go to a bar ... nay... go to a pub ... a pub like O'Brien's Irish Pub on Main Street in Santa Monica. It's a restaurant and pub. Don't come for the food. Go for the drinks and quench this cruel, cruel summer.

The saloon is small and the patio smaller. Doesn't matter. Barman, I need a drink. Gimme a Jameson's with Ginger Ale and Lime. Better make it a double. Service in the booths is slow. Bring me another. Please.

Hot summer streets
  And the pavements are burning
I sit around trying to smile but
  The air is so heavy and dry
Strange voices are saying (What did they say)
  Things I can't understand
It's too close for comfort
  This heat has got
    Right out of hand

It's a cruel, (cruel), cruel summer
  Leaving me here on my own
It's a cruel, (it's a cruel), cruel summer
  Now you're gone