It is a long held (perhaps greater than 3 year) belief of mine that the nature of the drinking culture in the anglicized new world borrows from the British Isles. With the many irish immigrants and their predilections, it is not surprizing then that there are a lot of irish bars. But the dearth of Scottish bars (and British too) does surprise me, as they are no slouches.
Despite this, I happened upon a Scottish bar in the East Village called Shoolbred's last night. I was drawn there by the odd entranceway, which protrudes out into the street in a rather provocative manner. It took me a surprisingly long time to figure out that it was Scottish though, as I did not know the flag (which was prominently displayed). It may have been the plaid skirts that they wear.
I may go there again, though I wasn't nearly sanguine with the beer glasses. They are those rather small mugs with more glass than containment, and with beer that is no less dear than that of a proper pint. On a positive note, a number of the customers were Kardashians (a term borrowed from the bartendress).
In my travels that night I saw no sign of the Pope or his entourage.
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Given their historical tendency to pool geographically on the home island's upper east side, would it not follow perhaps that they do similarly here? I'd head north of Snafu if you really want to find more of them. Tho for Cypriots, Snafu is the place to be.
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