O'Sweeney's closes before Curfew Call, so don't expect to be partying hard after the sun goes down. The place smells like mold, but it's warm inside when it's cold out, it's cold inside when it's warm out, and there's always somebody sitting at the bar with you, which is good, because people that drink alone feel like alcoholics. The man behind the counter isn't named O'Sweeney. He's not even Irish, but he'll serve you enough alcohol to kill you. All you have to do is keep asking for another round.
