"Coming here on a rainy miserable afternoon, with luck having not been on my side for weeks, it felt like I was participating in an age-old ritual. Come in from the cold, outside world into the warm embrace of an Irish pub to fill your soul on velvety smooth pours of thick-bodied pints of Guinness and a massive heaping of Shepherd’s Pie. That pie was exquisite, the meat cooked delicately but the portions generous. This is the kind of pub you can only find in the US in Boston. Cheers!"
