The idea of Mona’s disappearing makes me want to vomit more than all the times I’ve ralphed after too many $3 Guinnesses (Thursday night special). Irish locals say Mona’s has the only drinkable Guinness outside of leprechaun land; several bartenders hail from the isle. Even dogs can get a taste: regulars have been known to pull a stool to the bar for their furry friends to lap up a watered down stout. The pool table may be a teeny bit crooked, but that doesn’t stop sharks from running the night. Don’t expect ironic hipster music on the jukebox either: your dollars here are going to get you the Rolling Stones, some Talking Heads, and the B-52s.