Irish Pubs in Appleton

“5/5 pub. Highly recommend“

“There was five of us in town for work. We decided to go to the durty leprechaun because we wanted Irish car bombs. We walk in around 7pm and found three people inside at the bar. There was only one guy working and it turned out that it was Jon the owner. Jon was playing Darude Sandstorm, Eifel 65 I’m Blue, and the Eagles Free Bird on the bars sound system that was louder than a Boeing 747 taking off. We asked for the Irish car bombs, Jon immediately got pissed and tried talking us out of the Irish car bombs saying that they weren’t real Irish drinks and that he didn’t feel like making them. We all got instantly enraged and almost walked out. Looking back it was a miracle from the heavens that we ended up staying. Jon and us decided that Amstel lights and a copious amount of Jameson was a good compromise. So we started slinging back the Amstels and Jameson with Jon as he began pouring them one after another jumping up and down and screaming tiny bubbles at the top of his lungs the entire time. At this point we notice that two of the three people that were at the bar were now gone, as we looked around we noticed the door to the women’s bathroom was open and there were two butt naked women inside just standing there. As the door closed we asked Jon what that was about and his response was again screaming tiny bubbles at the top of his lungs as he vigorously high fived each of us. At this point we knew we made the correct call by staying and that we had a long night ahead of us. Jon then slid his keys to us and told us to walk out back and check out his new Tommy Bahama Mercedes sprinter van. We were extremely reluctant for obvious reasons. Eventually we decided that the possibility of death was worth it and we walked out the back door with him. To our surprise we didn’t immediately fall into a well in the basement and that there was in fact a 400,000 dollar sprinter van out back which we then got an MTV cribs style tour of by Jon. He made sure to point out that it had Italian buck suede leather throughout and that we should now start referring to him as Tommy Walnuts for the rest of the evening. We agreed to the name change and stumbled back into the leprechaun. At this point we estimated that we had consumed 200 bucks of alcohol at a minimum and never once saw Tommy put anything in the computer. We asked him if he was adding our drinks to the POS system to which he replied by pointing to his head and stating that the POS system was in there. We then asked him if he needed help behind the bar which he said absolutely. So one of our guys got behind the bar and began slinging drinks to the rest of us since it’s now 1am and it’s just the five of us and Tommy in the entire place. After depleting 50 plus Amstels Tommy told his new employee (our buddy) that as the new bar back he needed to go to the basement and grab more Amstels. Based on the last potentially sketchy van tour situation we threw caution to the wind and three of us headed downstairs to the basement with Tommy. Tommy proceeded to give us another 30 minute tour but this time it was just him showing us all of the nick nacks and such underneath the leprechaun. It’s easily 4am at this point and all of us and Tommy are on the edge of a brown out. We estimated a minimum of 600 bucks of alcohol. As we start attempting to head out we try and settle up with Tommy who obviously has not been adding a damn thing to the POS system in his head. None of us wanted to leave without paying ole Tommy. He kept refusing payment saying that he had an absolute blast and that it was all on him and we could not accept that. So we start trying to throw hundos at him which he just throws back. We eventually sneak a couple hundred bucks or so in the tip jar. We all hugged it out jumping up and down screaming tiny bubbles and headed out. It was a life changing night that we’ll never forget. Every town needs a Durty Leprechaun and a Tommy Walnuts. Here is a few pics showing just how welcoming the leprechaun is.“