Forget coffee, these die-hard Los Angelenos went straight for Guinness before sunrise.
Hard-living St. Patrick’s Day punters stormed Tom Bergin’s in Fairfax at a bleary 6 A.M. Tuesday, kicking off a booze-soaked marathon that will not wrap until 1 A.M. Wednesday.
Inside the iconic Irish dive, it was less “breakfast” and more “hold my pint.”
Forget coffee, these die-hard Los Angelenos went straight for Guinness before sunrise. INSTAGRAM / @tombergins1936
Hard-living St. Patrick’s Day punters stormed Tom Bergin’s in Fairfax at a bleary 6 A.M. Tuesday, kicking off a booze-soaked marathon that will not wrap until 1 A.M. Wednesday. INSTAGRAM / @tombergins1936Early risers tucked into traditional fry-ups, washing them down with Irish coffee and cold beer like it was already last call.
By mid-morning, things were already teetering. By noon? Chaos.
The party exploded into the parking lot, where outdoors bars cranked nonstop, a live band battled a DJ for volume, and bagpipes wailed over a sea of green hats and day drinkers hanging on for dear life.
Rookies tried pacing themselves. Big mistake.
The party exploded into the parking lot, where outdoors bars cranked nonstop. INSTAGRAM / @tombergins1936
The historic haunt, famous for its Irish coffee and anything-goes St. Paddy’s energy, leaned all the way in, effectively daring patrons to keep up. INSTAGRAM / @tombergins1936The historic haunt, famous for its Irish coffee and anything-goes St. Paddy’s energy, leaned all the way in, effectively daring patrons to keep up.
Most couldn’t. By late afternoon, the crowd was wobbling. Still, the taps kept flowing, and the diehards kept swinging.
