Flanagan's Irish Pub

I don't know why I've never gone to Flanigan's Irish Pub. My pal Keri goes all the time; it is part of her Ingersoll circuit. Perhaps because I rarely go to Ingersoll, perhaps because I remember it when it was a sandwich shop, perhaps because of all the wild stories that begin with "so I was at Flanigans," I have never found myself at this bar and pub.

Tuesday, September 23, I went after my writing class. I am always a little tuckered out after class, in need of an adult beverage and a snack and a chance to unwind before I head off to bed.

Flanigans, on the corner of Ingersoll and Martin Luther King Junior in Des Moines, was a great location for just such an evening. The Bass was cold, the portion of onion rings was huge, and the service was friendly. Everyone was pretty low key and there were plenty of open tables and booths. Outside is a big patio, but it was damp and late, so most people were inside, hanging out and chatting. There was a good mix of people, and I am pleased that this slightly divey bar is now on my radar.