A G.
Yelp
Stopped in with the wife and in-laws as we were taking a Sunday stroll around the north end. Quaint, old-time-looking pub in a great location with outside tables (where we sat), just north of Fanuel Hall. Our waitress was really nice and attentive with an authentic Irish brogue; perfect for the time & place.
Before the in-laws arrived my wife and I ordered a couple of beers; draw what conclusions you will that we couldn't wait until our full party arrived to start suds'ing it up, but it is what it is. I ordered a Hennesy Lager, my wife, who suffers from "oh my God, I have to make a decision?" disease, a Gray Lady.
2 minutes later our very nice waitress comes back and tells my wife that they are out of Gray Lady, apologizes, hands my wife the beer list, and asks her to pick again.
I watch the tiny beads of sweat growing on my wife's forehead as her eyes frantically dart up and down the list. After a grueling minute (or 10) with the pressure on, she blurts out another choice; I forget which beer it was because I was too busy paying attention to which bead of sweat was going to cut loose and begin careening toward her darting eyes.
"Ohhh, we're out of that one too" replies the waitress while glancing an apologizing half-embarrassed smile.
Now, if you knew my wife, you'd know what a code-red situation this had quickly devolved into. Much like if you or I were on a leisurely walk through the woods and all of a sudden came face to face with an angry charging bear. It's fight-or-flight in that split second. Well, that's where she was.
If I was a bigger man I would have intervened and done something to distract the bear, or at least slow it down. But I didn't. I mean, I DO know my wife, and know that this is the stuff of nightmares for her. Still, I sat there like a dummy and just took it all in.
To her credit, like a trooper, rather than flinging the menu and taking off running down the street (flight) she chose to fight. With little more than the aforementioned sweaty brow and perhaps a slightly bloodied lower lip, torn up a bit by her impulsive chomping as she struggled to make repeated and rapid decisions; she came through it otherwise unblemished, and managed to pick for a third time.
This pick was a winner. The waitress promptly brought out my wife's icy cold beer, at which time she told me that the keg was being changed and my beer would be a few minutes more. Ah well, at least I didn't have to pick again.
For food, I had a Field Green Salad with grilled chicken. It was really just "ok" with 1 smallish, thin piece of chicken and a relatively sparse plate of greens. My wife and sister-in-law had Flatbreads (Pesto Chicken and Vegetable respectively) which they said were "ok", and my Brother-in-law, a Lobster Roll, which he said was really good.
So, I wouldn't say I'd avoid the place really. Other than the Tower of Terror episode with my wife though, there's nothing really memorable about it for me, or a reason to make me want to go back. Service; FINE, Food; EH OK, Beer Selection; SO-SO; Ambience; FAIR, TBH, we only experienced outside, the tables and seating were nothing special.