How many shits can you possibly give about soccer (excuse us, “football”), cricket, or other hooligan-based sport? Well at Fado Irish Pub, the answer is more than any upright primate should. Ignore your wife and children all day like a badge-wearing deadbeat while you stuff your gullet full or beer and bar foods slow-cooked with cheap beer. Come night, celebrate your team’s victories or drown your sorrows with the nearest only-willing-because-she's-inebriated female. The divorce papers will be waiting for you when you get home.