O'Shea's has been cemented in my mind for three things:\n\n1)  One of my best friends from high school, Julie's, family used to say, every time we talked about it, and in an Irish accent, \""We're going to go to O'Shea's and kiss the Blarney Sofa!\""  I think I once got an explanation, but then I promptly forgot it.\n\n2)  Another time, also in high school, Julie, our Third Muskateer Brandy, and I went to O'Shea's and took brooding black and white photos on Halloween, trying to catch an image of Houdini.  (Houdini raising seances are conducted there every Halloween.)  Our photos proved fruitless, but fun was had.\n\n3)  I was underage.  They served me booze.  I've never had a fake ID, nor did I ever look 21 when I was 18.\n\nNow, the latter, at the time, scored points with me.  In my old, curmudgeonly age I take umbrage to a place that serves minors.  The Strip is obnoxious enough without 18 year old drunks running up and down it.  It smells bad, the food court isn't fit for a 5 AM liquor fueled munchfest (and we know how discerning those are), and you won't get any pictures of a semi-opaque Houdini.  Also, if someone's best memories about something are from high school, and they were possibly listening to Chumbawumba at the time, they should be ignored.\n\nKiss the Blarney Sofa with caution.