The Harp and Fiddle is a rather upscale Irish Pub suitably located in rather upscale Bethesda, Maryland. Patrons enter through an outdoor brick-lined outdoor seating area, which reminds one of a rather upscale alley with patio furniture.
The main room has an island bar at one end, a small stage at the other, and tables in between. For diners yearning for a quieter experience without the shreiking din of diddly-do Irish music (but checking their schedule, there really isn't much Irish music. Good bands, though, but that's way past my bedtime), the room continues beyond the left side of the stage with additional tables and banquets until ending in a secluded backroom, suitable for office parties, watching football (also rugby and futbol), or planning the downfall of the crown.
The full bar offers the usual suspects of potables, although this reviewer - very much a "when in Rome" type - ordered a Guinness; it was delicious. My brother Kevin ordered a Miller Lite (sic) in a bottle, resulting in a steady stream of scorn and derision directed towards his pathetic taste in beer.
While Kevin was making yet another trip to the toilet, I perused the menu; it was the usual bar fare but with higher prices - just about right for Bethesda. We ourselves didn't order anything, but two fabulous looking entres went by my field of vision and landed in front of the couple to my immediate left. I explained to them I was writing a review and asked for a taste of each of their dinners and they rather huffily declined. Typical stuck-up yuppie Bethesdians.
In my earnest quest to make this review as thorough as possible, I ordered another Guinness to make sure the first one wasn't a fluke. It wasn't. Peanut Bladder ordered another Miller Lite. I can only assume to make sure it was as wanting as the first one.
It was around this time that a silver-haired gentleman across bar loudly proclaimed "I'm a Lesbian!" I hoped it was the punchline to that old joke and not a desperate cry for help.
We finished our beers, I stuck Kevin with the tab, and he decided to go the bathroom one more time because it was all of a ten minute trip back to his hotel and better safe than sorry.
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