The lines have been drawn, as many pub and grills have done their best to reduce table seating to safety limits by simply moving straight backward many massive pieces of furniture, to the point where all or nothing presence of what’s allowed on top the linolium can smack of inefficient planning and giving no heed to the long lines of thin tables, at times from nearly one end of a large room to another, that could easily be more condensed. (There’s just no need for any now-created dance floor that is so big it will hardly ever be even half-full). This push-it-out-of-the-way often appears to be done on a wing and a prayer, although not a Little Wing, as that wing-it-ness would not consider stage room for a Hendrix and Vaughn.
But at Paddy Ryan’s Irish Pub in the town of Hudson, it still is done with all the organization-of-icons-is-artlike ambition of a Celtic Cross. That was clear when a day before their recent reopen-the-dining-area thrust, and even early on in that precursor day where before they’d be serving their breakfast that features just as ambitious use of ingredients that are Irish through-and-through with other twists added, the owner and others of his staff were hard-at-it getting the tables hoisted across the midway to the multiple wings, where they were two-deep in front of the huge and high windows that help bring light to nu-Irish dinners, but still spread out enough both lengthwise and up-and-down to be safe to be sure. And in the center of that arrangement in the large dining hall, is a single big table, easily able to sit four like a clover of that many pedals, with the obligatory six foot of floor between this crown jewel and its queen, and the other tables that fill only-perfectly the gap like a synapse so others can partake in parsnips fit for a princess.
Over-the-top-verbage, no doubt, but befitting those who are fantastically fair and find us fascinated before the fall. All of this well-thought-out spaceousness, right upon first sight, brought back memories of a fast friend, a wisp of a lass who I have not seen for many a year, but for whom many would ride many a mile. Sound like Irish prose? Her hair did not have all the red brightness of some, rather it was more subtle, with her no-wasted-slight-curves bringing on the attention, and though she could definitely not mix in with a crowd, her still slim frame would still make her in some people’s eyes have a presence known well before they could even peer into her a-bit-dark eyes. Maybe that is what has just caused me with my mind’s eye, to notice before the blowing wind could change the angle of my gaze, that the last time I’d seen her, she was poised in the very seat of the four that I remember should be given the preferred position befitting royalty.
Cripe did I lay that on thick. Maybe better for you to go see for yourself this big and slightly redacted White Room With (Green) Curtains At The Station, and have Paddy Ryan’s staff deliver what’s among their dozens of kinds of food that are thusly laying it on thick, sauce and accompaniments, and fit for a prince. Hey, the wait staff can now get it to you so much faster, going a route that’s almost as the crow flies, so enjoy. I will.