Jameson's: Old gents bump elbows with construction workers and salary men at this Midtown spot. And Jameson’s scores big points for drawing customers from the homeland; unlike most of the cookie-cutter pubs in this part of town, you can actually hear Irish brogues at the bar, not just behind it. The staff is friendly and competent, the Guinness is a good pour, and the bangers and mash are as authentic as you can find outside of the Emerald Isle. Celtic cred aside, there’s not much to set apart this dim and quiet spot; it’s just an honest-to-goodness bar for folks looking to quietly get drunk. Here at Jameson’s, it’s polite to utter euphemisms like “May God not weaken your hand”—especially if your mate’s clutching a freshly poured pint. |
