5/5 Sarah W. 2 years ago on Google
The
local
lawyer's
call
Ferguson's
Irish
Pub
=
Conference
Room
F.
The
old
school
wooden
bar
and
leather
padded
bar
stools
create
a
comfy
&
cozy
feeling
without
overwhelming
the
narrow
room
due
to
the
spacious,
cathedral
high
rafters.
Behind
the
bar,
the
dark
door
wood
continues
as
a
massive
cabinet
and
then
rises
up
to
form
two
pillars
cradling
a
mirror.
The
cabinet
proudly
displays
a
mesmerizing
kakaleidoscope
of
beckoning
booze
bottles
as
an
Irish-looking
lad,
Mr.
Reed,
welcomes
you
by
name
with
a
freshly
poured
pint,
ready-in
hand.
At
lunchtime,
Ferguson's
Irish
Pub
reminds
me
of
the
sitcom
"Cheers"
except
classier
and
without
a
jolly,
plump
man
permanently
perched
on
a
corner
stool
(well...
Ferguson's
version
of
"Norm"
isn't
permanently
perched
on
a
corner
bar
stool
but
he
is
often
found
precariously
perched
on
a
Ferguson's
stool).
By
4:30
p.m.,
the
downtown
Honolulu
business
women
and
men
from
the
surrounding
towers
of
concrete
have
snuck
out
of
work
early
and
are
hammering
back
cocktails
to
erase
the
drudgery
of
office
work.
By
5
p.m.,
you'll
be
lucky
to
find
an
empty
seat
as
the
spirited
crowd
shares
laughs
and
war
stories
while
challenging
a
newly
introduced
chum
to
pound
down
a
drink
involving
the
merger
of
glassware,
each
containing
an
unsettling-colored
fluid.
Some
call
Ferguson's
an
Irish
Pub
but
I
call
Ferguson's
a
sanctuary
for
Much-Needed-🌞Midday-Liquid-Therapy!
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