Yesterday, an estimated 2 million people skipped whatever else they usually do on a Tuesday in order to take part in some day drinking in our streets and bars.
The thing is, however crowded and sloppy Midtown might have been, the Irish pub and frat-bar strongholds of the East Village saw very little afternoon revelry. Spots like the Village Pourhouse, Nevada Smith's, Thirsty Scholar, Phebe's, Slainte, Bull McCabe's, and even the dreaded (unless you still play beer pong, then it's maybe "the beloved") 13th Step, were barely half full for a good part of the day.
Only the historic McSorley's Old Ale House really got hit with the kind of jam-packed, drunk-by-noon situation that marks a truly successful St. Paddy's, though even there the line outside never got to be more than a dozen strong.
You won't see racing-on-luggage-racks levels of stupidity in these photos, just lager-fueled craic.
