Chris was all excited about McGuire’s Irish Pub (600 E. Gregory St., Pensacola, FL) when we found out we were moving back here. I’ve been a little mystified as to why. Sure, it’s delicious, and the thousands of dollars pinned everywhere are quirky, and we had some fun times here (usually with the Butterfields), like when we came with our families (and the Bs of course) after Chris’ winging. But it’s not like this was one of our super-favorite places then.
Well whatever, I wanted to check out the ringing in of Mardi Gras on Palafox St., so we stopped at McGuire’s first. I’m a little gun shy about taking a tiny baby to restaurants where he may scream and I may sweat. McGuire’s was perfect—lots of other people with tiny babies, they had those luggage racks for car seats, and the din on a Friday night was loud enough to 1. mask fussing, if Isaac had bothered, and 2. provide the type of background roar that sends Isaac straight into a snooze. Our tiny leprechaun was asleep before our Irish Red Ale arrived.
Daddy: I recommend the Wasabi Steak Burger. YUM.
“Is that burger making you cry?” asked our waitress.
“No, these are tears of joy,” I said, wiping my cheeks. “Y’all are serious with the wasabi.”
“We don’t kid around,” she said.
