de Vere's Irish Pub

1521 L St.
Sacramento, CA 95833
(916) 231-9947

We were down some Drunks as some of the boys (RobotGoBen, Shooter, and Cap'n Crabby) were in Vegas, and Scribby was working (WTF?). We found the place, luckily as it didn't have a sign outside, and stepped into the loudness. First impressions: this place is way crowded, noisy, and most of them are wearing suits (it made Frankenstein a little scaredy). So Mr.Chemistry, Jarla, Frankenstein (maybe we should call him Dr.Manhattan...), and Nariby grabbed the table by the door. NakedBob and I hovered by a tall table across from the others. Eventually a table around the corner cleared and we swooped in for the kill. All seated together we could finally hold a conversation and eat some food like the civilized drunks we are!

Once seated an assortment of observations were made. We voted 4 in favor, 1 against, and 1 neutral, that cursive handwriting was bullshit and no longer relevant. My gin and tonic arrived with so many limes it resembled a green shrimp cocktail. The kind that wouldn't kill our dear Scribby. We also thought it might be fun in the future to draw topics of conversation out of a hat. Big themes like "Why are we here?" and "How do we know we're not alcoholics?" Or do like a debate team and assign viewpoints for people to argue. Maybe someday we'll be organized enough to actually do it.

Second and third impressions: The staff is super nice. Our first waitress was cute and brought all of us drinks, even though NakedBob and I were technically not in her section. One bartender brought Jarla a sidecar of cider because he noticed hers wasn't full enough. And our second waitress was also very sweet. She brought me a side of Irish Bacon because my sandwich arrived lacking it. Dude. And they played "Young Ned of the Hill" by the Pogues. Solid.

Quotes of the evening:

"Its a slippery pig."
-NakedBob

"Go ahead and show them my hand prints on your ass."
-Mr.Chemistry to NakedBob