Ten Years of Being Authentically Irish
So I’m in O’Dowd’s last night, reminiscing and phlegminiscing, with woollen elbow on the bar, creamy pint at the ready, and Aisy and Slow drifting around the pub in search of an Irish shoe to buckle, when the bould Delahunt reminds us from the stage of something I’ve been meaning to remind you.
Hey wait a minute! I thought you were as sick as a healthy dog - what were you doing going out drinking? Fair point. You know how it is, you spend a couple of days and nights in a bathroom, or bat-room as Cathie Ryan might call it, before collapsing on the floor only to wake when it’s dark outside, and you think to yourself, I must up and haste away, I must go and drink for Ireland
Well how else are you going to find out how sick you are? Throwing up all the way home I found out. If it helps with the visuals, I travel by bicycle.
Ten years ago this week, O’Dowd’s Irish Pub, the one on the Plaza with the official name of O’Dowd’s Little Dublin, opened for business, and life pretending to be Irish in Kansas City hasn’t been the same since.
Now ten years ago I was still living in Ireland, but this very month as luck would have it, I was passing through Kansas City and found myself in the brand spanking new O’Dowd’s looking at woodwork fashioned in Ireland, and thinking, you want how much for a pint?
So obviously authentic was the stuff locked in glass cabinets that I decided right there that one day I would leave my beloved big Dublin and move to Kansas City and its Little Dublin.
All this week is a celebration folks, ten years of being around, of seeing off other authentic Irish pubs and waiting for the new challengers. Pop down this week and visit your memories; mine are strewn along Brookside Boulevard between 51st and Gregory.
See Also:
• History of an Irish Pub in America
• Is Kansas City more Irish than the Cayman Islands?
• New Bistro Swizzle Opens
• Irish Pub Waxy O’Shea’s Now Open
• Blood spattered on the floor and across the walls
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
I hope our author is feeling better as Monday goes along coz there’s nothing worse than feeling the booze blooz! especially when it wasn’t the booze. Makes me want to go out to the dump and shoot the shite out of a bunch o dem rats but it’s not Friday and this is not Daingean. Remind me to tell ye ’bout dat one. Xxx Eddie.
Cheers Eddie. I have felt better, though as a bonus I do appear to be losing weight by the hour.