Snarkastic

But Olvera Street is still intact, correct?

Apparently the LA Times has happened on the fact that different neighborhoods have different price trends that you can explain with anecdotal evidence. I smell Pulitzer!

Bearing in mind that I only had the power of google to work with, and assuming that by "Finn's" you meant "Finn McCool's," even from a distance it's no contest. Finn's looked like "TGI Paddies" and therefore about as Irish as me. My test is that a place is authentically Irish if people shut up and stare when they hear me talk. If I'm not uncomfortable and desperately trying to avoid provoking an ass-kicking as a result of some Orangeman snark, it's not echt.

Plus, on the catering page they managed to misspell both "mar mitzvah" and "corporate" in the same sentence, alienating people with spell checkers and the large Irish-Jewish diaspora in one fell swoop.

The only downside of Seven Grand appears to be that the $4 maker's mark is only available to broads on a bender, and that I get hopelessly maudlin after 3 or 4 single malts.

Finn's a) has Guitar Hero kiosks, b) yummy breakfast, and c) is close to work, but I'm a relentless evangelist for Seven Grand. Maker's is their house libation, they make the best juleps I've ever had in a bar, and it's steps from my building.

Breakfast would be a (very) strong selling point. The other two aren't all that important - well, obviously as it relates to proximity to your office.

I am so not in the mood for toast and marmalade tomorrow morning, thanks to the thought of a decent morning fry-up. Sigh.

The only broads on a bender near my abode are the octogenerian lesbians across the street. Although in fairness, the staggering might be more easily explained by iffy hips...