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THE PERFECT SHEBEEN TO HANG YOUR SHILLELAGH | ![]() |
STORY AND PHOTOGRAPHS BY
DAVID McBRIDE |
I am
often asked by readers of the AMERICAN PUBLIC HOUSE REVIEW
what made me want to do this? And I don’t mean to say people
wonder why I like pubs so much. That’s pretty self evident.
But they do often wonder if there was one place or one experience that
led me to love great taverns so passionately that I would spend much of
my free time looking for more and more of them. Well, as is usually the case with obsessions, there wasn’t just one place or one event that addicted me to great pubs. When I was only a boy my parents would take me to a local Irish pub for dinner and I loved sitting there listening to the stories and hearing the great Celtic bands playing. So, my love of a great bar even pre-dates my ability to legally drink in one. But in my adult years, there were two or three places that truly put me on the path that led to my involvement with this on-line journal of the pub community. Photograph by Chris Poh ![]()
I soon began to question the merits of our plan. Couldn’t we just find a suitable pub outside of Manhattan to drink the day away and avoid the cost and headaches of mass transit? The general response I received was a tender, “you’re so young!” Didn’t I know that Manhattan has the best Irish pubs around? Well, I would soon find that out for myself. After a morning of barhopping we landed at a place on Third Avenue and 22nd Street called MOLLY'S. From the outside it may seem rather unassuming, but have a look at its exterior and you immediately will get a sense of authenticity. This is obviously not a corporate-style, spanking new, sanitized attempt at Irish serving dry corned beef and light beer with green food coloring. It is obvious this place has been here for a while and has served many a thirsty traveler. There is saw dust on the floor, a wood fireplace burning in the back, and the enticing smell of Shepherd’s Pie coming from the kitchen.
Photograph by Chris Poh
Molly’s Shebeen, which is an Irish word which roughly translates to
something we would call a Speakeasy, first operated as a tavern before
the turn of the last century, with only Prohibition stopping the flow
of good libations. It is a remarkably atmospheric place that
simply defines the best of what makes an Irish pub. There is good
beer, great storytelling, and simple yet tasty comfort food. All
in all, it was the perfect place for a budding pub-fanatic to spend his
first fully-legal Saint Patrick’s Day, and his first journey to
Manhattan’s taverns. After hours of drinking and laughing, I was
sad to leave. I may have been nearly legless on my way out, after
all I was 22 and it was Saint Patrick’s Day, but I remember looking
back and saying to my friend “I’ll never forget that place”. And
I never did.![]() THE SAWDUSTED FLOOR |
MOLLY'S PUB AND RESTAURANT IN NEW YORK CITY Photograph by Chris
Poh
![]() AN AUTHENTIC BAR Photograph by Chris Poh
![]() A REAL FIREPLACE WARMS THE ATMOSPHERE AND THE BONES ![]() Years and years went by, and I
never made it back to Molly’s. But a
few weeks ago, on another of our “research trips” for the Review into
Manhattan, it was suggested we go to MOLLY'S
SHEBEEN. I
immediately
jumped at the idea of going back to the place where I have such fond
memories. For the next few days leading up to the trip I was full
of
excitement. But had the place changed? Was it still as
wonderful and
authentic as I remember it? At the moment we stepped through the
door
all of my questions were answered. It is still as fun and as
perfect
an Irish pub as you will ever find on this side of the pond.
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![]() MOLLY'S SHEBEEN |
MOLLY'S PUB AND RESTAURANT 287 THIRD AVENUE NEW YORK, NEW YORK 10010 (212) 889-3361 www.mollysshebeen.com GET DIRECTIONS |
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