Fans and people who read the site always ask, “Why are you called Bourbon?” Most think it’s because I’m a proud Irish-American that loves Bourbon. That is not why I go by “Bourbon” on the site. People who know me well, know I prefer Irish Whiskey over Kentucky Bourbon. I do enjoy a nice Bourbon but I love Irish Whiskey over Bourbon. My friend Keith made a joke on how to create a porn star’s name. Use your first pet’s name and the street you first lived on. Yes, my first dog was a Beagle named “Bourbon”. Hence, the name “Bourbon Stilz”. You figure it out.
I ended up being off work today. I am currently at a party. I am drinking (already drunk) to be honest. Here’s my point. I won’t be driving. Drinking while drunk is dumb. Don’t risk going to jail or even worse, killing someone. Spend the night somewhere, call a cab or have a DD. Drinking is fun. Driving drunk is beyond stupid. Have fun and more importantly, be safe.
Females, dress like tramps. Nothing shows “school spirit” more than looking like a $5 whore.
Dress your baby up. Nothing says “child abuse” more than this!
Buy plenty of beer. Nothing says “diehard fan” more than being drunk and not recalling half of the game,
Dress your poor dog (or cat) up in your favorite team’s uniform. Of course they are fans too when they aren’t busy licking their own nut-sack.
Louisville has dozens of “Irish Pubs”. Bardstown Road has Flanagan’s, Molly Malone and O’Shea`s. Downtown has a few Irish Pubs as does St. Matthews. I have nothing against these places. Most of them have great food. Very few bars can top Flanagan’s beer selection. And the owners of O`Shea`s are great people that are known for their generosity and charity work. None of the “Irish Pubs” come close to the Irish Rover, Louisville’s first true Irish Pub.
The Irish Rover sits at 2319 Frankfort Ave. in the heart of the historic Clifton Neighborhood. They opened their doors around 18 years ago and became the first and original Irish Pub in Louisville. The Irish Rover is owned by Michael Reidy and his wife, Siobhan. Mr. Reidy was born and raised in County Claire in Ireland. That’s correct; the owner was actually Ireland born and knows the correct way to run an Irish Pub. He also has the Irish accent most “Irish Pub” owners lack.
The bar area looks very Irish in nature. I spent a week in Ireland a few years back and most Pubs there look exactly like the Irish Rover’s setup. Their bar area is a decent size. Next to it are a few booths. The dining area is two different sections with tons of room. They also have a lovely outside area for dining. This is perfect during great weather. You can sip a Guinness, eat authentic Irish food and people watch all at the same time. The inside is neat because the Reidys have decorated the walls with Irish signs, paintings and pictures. Most “Irish Pubs” in Louisville seem to lack this.
One thing I have noticed about “Irish Pubs” in Louisville is the lack of Irish Food. Walk into Flanagan’s for instance. You see things like Buffalo Chicken sandwich, sweet potato fries and pizza. The Irish Rover has Irish food. They have Bangers and Mash, Scotch Eggs, Irish Whiskey Steak, Fish and Chips, Guinness Stew and tons more. Why go to an Irish Pub to eat German Potato Salad? Would you go to an authentic Italian Restaurant to eat Grilled Cheese or Chicken Noodle Soup? I’m guessing you would expect Italian food. When I walk into an Irish Pub, I expect to see Irish Food on the menu other than just Fish and Chips.
The prices at the Rover are more than reasonable. Sandwiches come with chips (fries) and range from $6.95-$8.95. Their meals range from $6.95-$12.95, and Irish Dinners range from $10.95 to $19.95, with the Irish Whiskey Steak being the most expensive. My favorites are the Lamb Burger (medium rare), Irish Meatloaf (makes American Meatloaf look sick) and the Smoked Salmon and Potato Gratin. I also love the Welsh Rabbit, Fish and Chips and Guinness Stew. You really can’t go wrong with anything on the menu.
Their alcohol selection is beyond great. They keep a small, but awesome draft beer selection. They also have an above average selection of bottled beer. I come to the Rover for their Irish Whiskey selection. The first row alone is enough reasons for me to set foot inside the Rover. They have all the Jameson, Bushmill, Red Breast, Middleton (best whiskey ever) and more. Don’t worry; if Irish Whiskey isn’t your thing, they have a great selection of Scotch, Bourbon and Vodka.
What really makes the Irish Rover awesome? Simple, the hospitality. When I was in Ireland I was shocked at how the mass majority of people were so friendly. They never know a stranger. When you walk into a Pub you become their friend. The same can be said about the Irish Rover. I normally sit at the bar. Many times while sipping an Irish Whiskey, Mr. Reidy will stop by to see what kind I am drinking. He loves to talk Irish Whiskey. I’ve taken dates there and Mr. Reidy always stops by our table to make sure the service and food was good. Over the last couple of years I’ve gotten to know bartenders/managers Mike, Matt and Lacey. They are very friendly people, easy to talk with and funny. Mike has helped my Irish Whiskey education, Matt makes fun of my love for UK basketball and Lacey listens to my “bad luck with female” stories. They all should get a raise!
If you want a real Irish Pub experience, the Irish Rover by far, is your best bet. The look, the feel, the food, the drinks and the hospitality are as Irish as you can get in Louisville. Nothing against the other Irish Pubs in Louisville, but they all fall very short of the Irish Rover. Next time you are coming down Frankfort Ave. stop by and check it out for yourself. Sip a pint, taste some real Irish food or stop in to make a new friend. You can’t go wrong with the Irish Rover, the best Irish Pub in Louisville.
The Irish Rover
2319 Frankfort Ave.
Louisville, KY 40206
Bourbon runs this site. He has more access power than me and Woody Long. We can write new posts, approve comments and delete posts. Bourbon can do all of that and then some. Why we follow such a loser is beyond us. Below is proof of why no sane person should ever follow this asshole.
I mean besides Bourbon’s hot friend dressed like Catwoman, what more needs to be said? (he is the Riddler for those new to the site)
They say “don’t ask, don’t tell,” and we totally agree.
The only reason good looking women pose with him is the fact they feel sorry for him, really sorry for him.
What’s the gayest thing in this picture? Two guys hugging or the sweater that Bourbon is wearing?
You know this beautiful Irish girl is thinking to herself, “Another drunken American thinking he’s going to hit this piece of ass. Hopefully after this picture is taken he will pass out, be thrown out or simply just leaves.”
1 – Last month I tried making peace with one of ex-girlfriends I’ve known half my life. Sadly she is more into lying, drugs and using people than wanting a real friendship.
2 – My friend Shannon was still mad at me over things I said to one of her friends. One night I was drunk while she was bartending. Showing what type of person she is, Shannon made sure I was getting home safe.
3 – A cute girl from work asked me for my number. I was interested and was looking forward to taking her to dinner. She has some issues (nothing funny) and decided she didn’t want to go. I still think she is a very sweet and a smart person. I was very disappointed about the canceled date.
4 – A guy I know named John passed away. I went and saw him. It was sad but some good came out of it. Shannon saw me there and our friendship is back to normal, which I had missed.
5 – Over the weekend I met a girl named Jen. She was cute and was hanging at the bar. We started talking and ended up grabbing a bite to eat. She gave me her number so we can hang out again sometime. She had such rosy cheeks and lovely green eyes.
6 – Saturday night I was completely sober and yet, fell down at the Highlands Taproom and bruised up my left knee. Friday night I was totally drunk and got home without any injuries. Ironic isn’t it?
7 – Sunday, Shannon and I put down 19 beers in less than four hours (I had ten to her nine). Yes, our friendship is so back to normal.
I am sick of black people and Mexicans crying about stereotypes. White people (besides us Irish) please, shut the hell up about jokes being made about you. Nobody seems to care about all the racist stereotypes I see daily about those of Irish descent.
That’s right, Peter is Irish-American. He clearly has to be lazy and a drunk.
Really, out of all the people they could have interviewed, they just had to find a red-headed Irish kid?
Irish “car bomb”? The drink couldn’t be called “lucky pot of gold” now could it?
The last movie about Ireland was about a Leprechaun that just happens to drink whiskey.
The redneck guy who tells the most unrealistic stories of all time -
He’s seen bigfoot, been bit by a black widow 37 times, beat up an alien, won the “Medal of Honor” while in the Marines and had sex with a former Miss America winner – of course none of these stories are true.
The religious freaks that drink more than a college dorm room -
They force their views on others. Behind closed doors they drink more beer than a homeless alcoholic.
The nosey old hag that lives on every street -
Every noise is someone doing wrong. Every odd smell is drug usage.
The left-wing hippie who bitches about the man keeping him down -
Yet the bastard hasn’t held a job in five years and lives off of unemployment.
America is already the fattest nation on earth. How can we make people even unhealthier? Easy, start selling beer and alcohol at White Castles!
Since most people eat White Castles at 2am or later, and are already drunk, how about more alcohol ? Sounds like a winning combination, and a lawsuit waiting to happen.