The dark interior of this bar felt about as authentically Irish as The Harp and Thorn screamed tourist attraction. Gone were the sparkly mirrors and the white painted walls, the big screen TV's and the tall ceilings. Instead, this place felt like traveling to the Emerald Isle as I'd had the good fortune to do, though frankly I would have preferred to not feel like I'd fallen into the dark and much worn den of the Irish mob here in Reading, Vermont.

Because that's exactly what ...