Despite being typecast as the restaurant reviewer who only reviews restaurants starting with ‘R’, like Perd Hapley’s reporter characters, I jumped at the opportunity to give my opinion of a venerable Old Port fixture. Some say this pub was brought over, brick by brick, from a long-lost county in Ireland in the wheel wells of Aer Lingus jets. All we know is, it’s called Ri Ra.

It was a cool November day in Maine. Actually, no. I cannot deny the climate’s warmth on that sunny Friday. As usual, our party was in seemingly high spirits for our company outing to Ri Ra Irish Pub. There was a dark cloud, though, and everyone had a feeling in the pits of our stomachs that nothing would be the same after that day. While it was a day of revelry, it was also a day of mourning at Page One. For Shamus, master of both graphics and designs, was leaving us to catch the wave of the future: print media.
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