As I stare at this blank screen and think about what I should write on the Blarney Stone, I seem to be at a loss. Not because I can’t rifle off a dozen stories about the place, but because this spot is almost too good for words. I mean, what can you say about a bar that’s filled with a crowd of toothless old men, project residents, burley gay men, two-bit hustlers, bad-ass NY Irish bar tender ladies, drunken mailmen and other walks of lowlifes, madmen and geniuses – and, for some odd reason, they all want to buy you a drink? How about: GO THERE!
Honestly, I don’t know how it happens, but I’ve heard from several sources the same experiences at the Blarney Stone that I’ve had. You go there, spark up a conversation with the bar tender and the guy next to you, buy a drink, then BLAM! The next thing you know you’re stumbling out of the door at 3 o’clock in the morning, trying to figure out how you got so drunk and only spent $22.
But if you’re not as lucky as me and these other people, today is your lucky day! All the drinks are still very affordable, and I am confident that you too will be quite intoxicated after spending $22 at this bar, even if you pay for all your drinks. Beers are $3 and served in a chilled glass, and the liquors are $5 and poured to the brim.
But trust me, you will be taken care of here. And if you don’t believe me, go find out for yourself.
340 9th Ave.
New York, NY 10001
Between 29th St. and 30th St. [Chelsea]
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