A few weeks ago, PittGirl attended the opening of McFadden’s on the North Side … er, North SHORE.
McFadden’s doesn’t know what it wants to be when it grows up, because right now it is both an Irish pub and a saloon. There isn’t much pubbish (is that a word? Spell check says … No.) or saloonish about it. There were some bagpipers, so maybe that was pubbish.
We were fortunate to know someone to get us in without having to wait out in the rain in the long line snaking down the block. Yay for connections.
The guys I was with immediately began flipping the hell out because it was open bar for a while. “Open bar, PittGirl! Free!” And since we didn’t pay cover, it truly was free.
When I refused a Long Island iced tea offer (because first of all: YUCK! and second of all: designated driver), one of them started screaming at me while cradling six longnecks in his arms. “FREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, damn it! Go drink!” For once, Burghers, I’m not even exaggerating a little bit.
Vanilla Ice was there too. Meh.
The guys were also literally drooling over the hot hoochie mamas roaming the joint and dancing on platforms in support of the brand of beer they were representing.
Because I’m awesome, I took a picture of one of the hoochie mamas for you boys:
And girls, I didn’t forget about you. Check it aht.
Also, that hot chick taking pictures of hoochie mamas and bagpipers’ asses? Wasn’t me.