Despite my old age, I made it out w/ Mary, Ben, and Nic for Drink Like a Leprechaun Day. Going out in Manhattan for St. Pat's is awful. It's amateur day and the bars are filled with kids. On my way home from work I was greeted by a large puddle of sick as I stepped on the subway. That sums up St. Pats in town.
On the west end of Atlantic Avenue, it's a different story. This is the second year that I randomly ended up in that spot, conveniently between my neighborhood and my Cobble Hill friend. The bars are pleasantly busy, but not annoying. We ended up at what could be my new local, the Roebling Inn. They don't have Guinness (gasp!) but they do have Donnybrook Stout, which is a fine replacement. I'm remembering that the pints seemed a bit small (http://www.seriouseats.com/2008/06/hops-shortage-cheater-beer-pints-four...) but Ben says they were the regular size. We'll have to go back and investigate.
