Description
A bastion of neither good taste nor bad, like the friend forever wearing that once-washed hoodie, the Rover doesnat so much attract a crowd as expect one, which is some measure of integrity. The atmosphere is contemporary saloon (octagonal wood/tiled tables, linoleum flooring)afree from the identity mongering of, say, a McSorleyas or alternatively, the self-gratified air of shamrock singles scenes. The pints are cheap enough at $4.50 import and $3.50 domestic; 12 on tap include Guinness, Harp, and Smithwickas.
