To the casual (non-flying) observer, airport bars are hard to take seriously, especially ones claiming to be “Irish” pubs. And with a prefab Irish name like “Slip Mahoney’s,” one doesn’t take a seat at the bar expecting much. But with a surprisingly generous beer selection, as well as an occasional $2-second-shot special (upon full-priced purchase of a first), one begins to ignore the tiramisu-colored walls and full-frontal views of runway and tarmac, and focus on the positive aspects of being here: the surprisingly hip soundtrack playing dutifully in the speakers, and subtle references on the walls to Yeats poems. This isn’t to say that there aren’t the usual watercolored posters of seals and toucans and policemen doing various juggly things with a pint of Guinness, but still ... $2 shots are $2 shots, anyway you fly them.
Picnics with a view, roller-skating nostalgia, and a party for gay headbangers.