Chet’s Dallas feels like a private club: big, cushy sofas and chairs, even a library, although at night it’s too dark to read anything. There’s a big bar, a fireplace, lots of chandeliers, and some glitzy neon signage proclaiming “Call Me Old Fashioned,” which happens to be a favorite motto of the restaurant’s late namesake, the whisky-sipping father-in-law of restaurateur Jay Khan. Naturally, an excellent old fashioned is the signature cocktail (the Moscow mule is pretty good too). The menu boasts “Irish-American classics,” but the few dishes recognizable as Irish pub standards, specifically the bangers and mash and the shepherd’s pie, were huge, heavy, and unimpressive. We probably should’ve gone for one of the burgers. House-made Irish Fried Chips—thin-sliced fried potatoes served with ranch—saved us from hunger. Come drink, enjoy the atmosphere, but order something American to eat.