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Several months ago, a new Irish pub in Teele Square had its grand opening. Called PJ Ryan's, the latest entry into the Somerville Irish scene is owned by two gentlemen named neither PJ nor Ryan. Never the less, the Phantom Gargler has found the renovated Ryan's to be something of a delight. Their extensive beer selection initially succeeded in concealing the fact that Tremont was not among the offerings, although that oversight was promptly corrected after only a few hecklings. The beers on tap are all delicious, although it would no doubt taste better if served in 20 oz. glasses. Snacks are available, and a full menu is also offered (apparently, Ryan's lost their fierce bidding war for Enda Mullen's non-services). The pub itself is much larger than rival Tír na nÓg, which will hopefully allow for a larger female clientele, but is also smaller than the nearby Burren, which will hopefully allow for a smaller student clientele. All in all, the Phantom Gargler gives PJ Ryan's four pints out of five -- only time (and actual customers) will tell how good this pub is, but it's off to a great start.
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For the last couple of months, Sunday afternoons at the nÓg have been accompanied the music of two young lads, Declan and Donal (or something like that). Calling themselves "Jacob's Plea," Damon and Donald have the crowds declaring their devotion to the duo's Irish-style Southern rock covers. Despite their fondness for '70s guitar rock, David and Daniel are always careful to include a slow, meaningful version of "Hills of Donegal" in their set so as to maintain their Irish cred (and impress the ladies with their sensitivity, no doubt). Although some have complained that they have difficulty telling Devin and Dougald apart, this reporter is almost certain that Darren is the one with the hat. In any case, it is certainly nice to see some fresh, young faces in the pub, completely oblivious to true life of musicians at Tír na nÓg--merciless heckling, fierce bouts of drunkenness, etc. Best of luck to Dermot and Denis as they set out down that path of self destruction that so many once-talented nÓg musicians have walked themselves.
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