Why We Go: It feels kind of weird to not turn left at the end of President Street, but James Joyce, a handsome, spacious spot with an always friendly (and often Irish) staff and good Guinness, is worth a visit.
What We Eat: The menu is a little off the wall--the expected traditional Irish dishes and pub standards are present, but so are shrimp tempura, fettuccine carbonara, and five-layer dip. The beer-battered sausage is bangin' (ha!).
What We'd Change: Brunch here has been the subject of some ballyhoo but is perhaps overhyped. Plus, didn't Joyce generally kind of dis Ireland in his novels?