We were at Monty Gaels, in Lincoln Square on a highly traveled corner spot that's seen more concepts come and go than can be explained by anything other than an eldritch curse. But this newest occupant is the latest from the Vaughan Hospitality Group, a consortium of Irish/sports bars (Mystic Celt, Corcoran's, Emerald Loop) with menus that inevitably include wide-ranging generica like fish-and-chips, quesadillas, hummus, mac 'n' cheese, and burgers. Nothing new or surprising in any one of these places, but at least they know how to satisfy the sort of mob that demands coconut shrimp with its shepherd's pie.
But you might regret that decision, especially if your Scotch egg is cooked to chewy and chalky and set carefully at the end of a dynamic smear of mustard alongside a pile of bagged mixed greens and citrus sections. Or if a BLT with fried green tomato, watercress, and avocado comes with plenty of bacon between its stale bread but none of the promised jowl. Or if a red-wine-braised short rib appears as a disintegrating gray slab covered in ketchup-y barbecue sauce. That all might very well happen—it happened to me—but at least you won't be able to say you don't have enough napkins to hide them under.
Monty Gaels, 4356 N Leavitt, 773-279-4900, montygaels.com