Failte go dTi
Welcome to J.C. Wooloughan, where Irish spirit and spirits reign.
The Irish have a reputation
the world over for their friendliness and hospitality, and nowhere is that more true
than in the Irish pub. They call it an institution, and as I reminisce upon my youth
in Dublin, I have to say that so many happy times centered around my old watering
holes, Searson's of Bagot St., Davy Byrne's and Neary's of Grafton Street.
Neary's was next door to the Gaiety Theatre, a place for the odd jar with my old
friends the brothers Brendan and Dominic behan, Noel Purcell, Milo O'Shea, and Cyril
Cusak. Serious decision-making always took place at davy's. With a pint in one hand,
a nimble mind, and a quick tongue, everything from the fate of the world to Mrs.
McMullan's daugter was discussed. Of course next door we had our very own turf accountant
(bookie), J.P. McManus, where a flutter on the horses was the standard. It was back
and forth each Saturday afternoon studying the form down to the horse's great-uncle
trying to get an edge. The craic was mighty.
And
here I land in the U.S.A., and Las Vegas of all places. I recall when we got a bit
of scone from McManus how we used to boast that Las Vegas was our next stop. Be careful
what you wish for, eh!
Missing that lifestyle so much, and after many years of travel, it was time to get
back to my roots and create my own piece of Ireland right here at the Regent Las
Vegas with the help of my good friend Brian McMullan. I wanted the pub to be everything
Irish, and with a couple of pals back home over a couple of pints we decided, why
not build it there and ship it over? So we did - build it, dismantled it, and packed
it along with all the bric-a-brac I had collected.
The
boat ride was glorious, no icebergs. The train ride was like experiencing the seasons
of the year all inside a week, and the truck drivers thought we were nuts, but said
they certainly would drop by and sample our perfect pint of Guinness.
I hope that you, too, can find some happy memories in our creation and sample our
menu compiled from recipes picked up from relatives and friends back home over the
years. A Huge cead mile Failte, one hundred thousand welcomes, to you. I hope
your stay with us will give you as much pleasure as we have had putting it all together.
Slainte,
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