I've been to Shanna Key on Flagler, and it was fine, but I've never been to Bogart's, now McConnells on Duval Street. Why? I dunno, but I like this place. So I keep coming back to Finnegan's Wake.
James Joyce's Finnegans Wake was apostrophe free, unlike this pub, but I doubt anyone notices. Fred and I both ordered bangers and mash, Irish-American style...lots of food.
Sausages and mashed potatoes are fine but they need the proper accompaniment to go down right. On hard core days I like Guinness, if I'm in the mood for tough love I take Smithwick's and when I'm with Fred we sink Boddington's by the pint, a smooth gentle beer with a lovely creamy head.
Fred needed the food to recover from the night before, a long story that ended with Fred and his buddy taking two strippers to Denny's for breakfast at dawn, and some other details best left under the rock.
Finnegans is a good place to sit of an afternoon and waste some time in good conversation. If you have a friend and need to talk go to Finnegans, on Grinnell at James Streets.
It's a meaty sort of place (with a some quite decent vegetarian offerings if you're weird). And the beer's not bad.
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