Finn McCools completes a kind of Midtown Village pub universe with McGillin's, Fergie’s, and Moriarty’s—one that almost guarantees a few bad decisions before the night is over. Despite the name, the place has more of a low-key Irish sensibility than a full-on Dublin-themed bar (unless you count the Celtic soccer jersey on the wall). Moody wood furnishings? Check. Decorative Jameson whisky barrel? Of course. A guy on a stool so drunk that he sounds like he’s speaking Gaelic? Absolutely. The food sticks to the usual pub playbook—oily fish and chips and a forgettable shepherd’s pie—but that’s not really the point. The real beauty of Finn McCool’s is how you can easily surrender to the passage of time with a few $8 pints or a low-key happy hour—assuming the guy next to you has stopped talking in cursive.