I found Kildare's Pub quite by accident in Newark (that's New-Ark), Delaware during a summer college visit to U-Del. On a somewhat tight schedule, I didn't have time to perambulate around the place or chat at any length with the staff—though I always find time for a brew. And Irish pubs—especially ones that are built in Ireland and shipped here—are designed for lingering. So when my youngest had to interview down at the home of the Blue Hens, I made it a point to stay at Kildare's for a while, to savor the ambience as well as the food and grog.
In keeping with that ambience, I was met at the door by an apparent Irish beauty named Rikki Goren—who turned out to be 100% Russian. But no matter. This very first hourly employee of Kildare's had risen through the ranks to managerial status, even handling such duties as opening up other Kildare spots around the country, and the company has seven of those now. This "colleen" with the stunning smile was also adroit behind the bar, drawing me a pint of Guinness, and drawing a cloverleaf with her tapdraw on top of that signature creamy head. She said that had been the result of hours of intense study at St. James's Gate during her formative pub years.
One of the wonderful things about taverns, pubs and beer halls is that the experience and atmosphere differs with each one. A cozy snug in an irish pub may offer the same beer that's available at a German Biergarten, but the atmosphere is vastly different, from the actual table at which you sit, to the delivery of the beer to the table.
If college costs keep rising, however, that will be The PubScout squatting outside Kildare's door in a shawl with a cup pleading, "Alms for the poor! Alms for the poor!"
Click on Rikki's picture to the right to view the rest of the photos.