On a typical Thursday night, the first round of trivia at Griff's usually passes without incident. A group named something along the lines of "That's Not Your Taint, That's Your Ass" might be in third place, while "Balls Deep" and "A Gentleman Always Pulls Out" perhaps are tied for second.
But you can count on the atmosphere of this Montrose Irish sports bar to get electrifying when, at some point during the second round, the trivia master's expression grows quizzical. He won't fiddle with his suit or adjust his glasses. He will merely run his tongue across his clean-shaven upper lip and gaze down at the podium.