If ever there were an antithesis of an Irish pub, this is it. Yet for reasons purely logistical here I sit, surrounded by chrome and red and white vinyl, brightly lit by halogens and fluorescents, listing to calculatedly cheery music. The tea has an odd taste to it; I may be forced to switch to Coca Cola (beer only served with a substantial meal, and it looks like the only beer is something modeled on American Swill Beer).
All right, Johnny Cash just came on, so there’s one redeeming facet of this place.
Now did the red and chrome place have internet?
It had Internet, but (as far as I could tell) it wasn’t free. The reason I was there was logistical – close to the airport so pL and MaK could do some shopping while I sat with the bags as worked.
Sounds like they ripped off the name, the decor, and the overpriced menu from Johnnie Rockets.
Probably just the Irish branch of the Johnny Rockets chain.