Luck of the Irish
The grit and grime of organized crime
It's ugly, filthy, rough around the edges and heart-stoppingly vile. Like a red-haired Rodney Dangerfield, mob life hailing from the Emerald Isle never seems to get any respect. Compared to its Italian-American counterpart, the cars aren't as sleek, the killings aren't as poetic and there's definitely no Frank Sinatra crooning through the speakers of a quaint, candlelit ristorante.