At Barracuda, the air was saturated with the smell of cigarettes, spilled beer, and fried chicken fingers. Guys in "Kiss Me, Im Wasted" shirts played beer pong. Others added their own backup vocals to the jukebox's songs with enthusiastic shouts of "Dude!" or "Bro!" The large choir of jocks and their well-primped girlfriends left little room for a game of pool, and those standing near the table were occasionally poked by cue sticks.
The scene was pretty much the same one block over at Mr. Moe's (3131 Commodore Plaza, Coconut Grove; 305-442-1114): an even more crowded bar full of people with poking on their mind. When the live band played "Johnny B. Goode," one woman jumped on the crotch of her male companion and grinded, while another lady cast flirtatious glances at the bass player right before nabbing his hat. There seemed to be more women at Mr. Moe's than at Barracuda, perhaps because Mr. Moe's serves liquor (Barracuda only sells beer) and an assortment of fruity cocktails. As a result the line for the bathroom was painfully long. Nevertheless imbibers all over the Grove were having a good time celebrating in the name of St. Patrick, known today primarily as the patron saint of drunk people everywhere.
