A marble bar runs the length of the place with tables on the opposite side. Walls are decorated with both old pics of Dublin and new pics of U2. Tuesdays are open mic night and there's live music (no cover) on Wednesday and Friday evenings.
Scoping: On my Wednesday night visit, Mulligan's was mostly male with SportsCenter on the TVs. Some drinkers in their 20s. Some diners in their 40s. I'd say most were eating and drinking and in their 30s.
Drinking: Seven days a week, a draft beer is on special. Lucky me, I hit Mulligan's on a night when Guinness was $2.50 a pint. (Usually, it's $4.95.) A bottle of Bud is $2.95. For an Irish pub, Mulligan's has an unusually large selection of wines and ports. There's also good news for fans of scotch, vodka and rum: Mulligan's recently got a full liquor license.
Chewing: Strangely, there's not much Irish food on the menu at Mulligan's. Oh, the food choices have are Irish names, though. For instance, the Dubliner salad ($8.50) is a fresh plate of greens, blue cheese (OK, that can be Irish), green apple slices, almonds, tomatoes, cukes, and red onions in a raspberry vinaigrette. Probably my favorite item of the night, it's filling and a satisfying mix of flavors, but about as Irish as Edward James O'lmos.
The cold corned beef sandwich ($8.95) tasted homemade, and by that, I mean it tasted no better than what I could make at home. I actually have that bread in my fridge right now. At almost nine bucks, I hoped for a little more. Made with Boar's Head meat and stone-ground mustard, you also get sides of potato chips and coleslaw.
The potato soup is creamy, not too heavy, and reasonably priced at $4.95. On the other hand, $4.95 for chips and salsa is pricy. The spinach and artichoke dip ($7.75) is a better deal. The lunch menu adds a daily grilled panini.
Going: Mulligan's is a young bar, so the bathrooms haven't had a chance to get funky. I'm now considering an "After the Rain" air freshener for my home and my car and maybe my car trunk.
Departing: If you parked around back, don't worry when you suddenly find yourself staggering to the left. The sidewalk kicks to a 30-degree angle about halfway back. It's a drainage thing, but for a split second I wondered why two pints had hit me so hard. On the other hand, if your stagger to the right balances the tilt to the left, call a friend to come get you.
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