Nothing insults the whiskey connoisseur more than a shot served in a thimble-sized glass that looks as if it came from a Barbie Kitchen Playset. True scholars of the field know that a decent shot requires at least two gulps and packs enough punch for the instantaneous growth of chest hairs. Few understand this most basic standard of drinking etiquette better than McCarthy's Ale House. It isn't much to look at; the decor appears inspired by the 1978 Garage Sale theory of design. But the barmaids are most pleasant, the regulars friendly and festive (though the place turns into a meat market after 9 p.m.), and the prices dirt cheap for hulking shots worthy of a dying man's last drink and sailors on shore leave.