My last call at Slainte

I spent my last Thursday evening at Slainte today. Thomas Gray and I drank a toast to friends departed (Booth and Mako to D.C., David to Japan, Lori to her five-month-old), and left our old booth (the one under the stairs) behind.

No regrets. The place has been going downhill, and it’s been months since I’ve looked forward to going. Our favorite bartender, Jason, has moved to the Doghouse Tavern in Midtown. All the waitresses we flirted with are gone. Without the people, Slainte is just another over-priced downtown theme bar.

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