There's something about Irish pubs that I just really love. It might be the ambiance -- the wooden furniture, soft lighting, and maybe the beautiful bartender(s) -- or the drinks -- Guiness, lager on the tap, the whiskey, and occasional Jager -- but I definitely think it's the combination of all these. Wanted to get a couple of beers, but the Marriott Courtyard's bar closes at around 11, so I walked up the block around the corner to Kate O'Briens and I was not disappointed. Though I was expecting to make small talk with the beautiful lady behind the bar, I was just puffed out and wanting the solitude and anonymity. I did catch her on being Irish with the way she talked, and found out that her parents (or grandparents, the music was a bit loud) were Irish. Nothing better than an Irish bred lady bar tender after midnight. So much for Valentine's, I'm kinda feeling a bit more vibe towards St. Patty's day in that little corner on Howard Street. I'm mid-way t