Ferguson's Irish Pub

The local lawyer's call Ferguson's Irish Pub = Conference Room F. The old school wooden bar and leather padded bar stools create a comfy & cozy feeling without overwhelming the narrow room due to the spacious, cathedral high rafters. Behind the bar, the dark door wood continues as a massive cabinet and then rises up to form two pillars cradling a mirror. The cabinet proudly displays a mesmerizing kakaleidoscope of beckoning booze bottles as an Irish-looking lad, Mr. Reed, welcomes you by name with a freshly poured pint, ready-in hand. At lunchtime, Ferguson's Irish Pub reminds me of the sitcom "Cheers" except classier and without a jolly, plump man permanently perched on a corner stool (well... Ferguson's version of "Norm" isn't permanently perched on a corner bar stool but he is often found precariously perched on a Ferguson's stool). By 4:30 p.m., the downtown Honolulu business women and men from the surrounding towers of concrete have snuck out of work early and are hammering back cocktails to erase the drudgery of office work. By 5 p.m., you'll be lucky to find an empty seat as the spirited crowd shares laughs and war stories while challenging a newly introduced chum to pound down a drink involving the merger of glassware, each containing an unsettling-colored fluid. Some call Ferguson's an Irish Pub but I call Ferguson's a sanctuary for Much-Needed-🌞Midday-Liquid-Therapy!