No fish and chips, no bread pudding, no O'hara's Celtic Stout on tap. The bartenders who fill your pints aren't O'Malley or Murphy, and what they pour is usually Budweiser or Miller Lite. About the only hints of Irish here (besides the name) are a shamrock-shaped string of lights and two ceramic leprechauns.

What you will find at Casey's Pub in south St. Petersburg is a sense of friendship. For almost 20 years, the pub has served as a neighborhood oasis where an unlikely community has been cultivated over cold bottles of brew, potluck dinners and secrets shared between long drags on cigarettes.

Before it became Don's, it was the Beer Box, a neighborhood bar turned biker hangout through the 1960s, '70s and  '80s. Hubert bought it and reopened it as Don's in 1989.

Inspired by an uncle who owned an Irish pub, he named the bar Casey's Pub to recast it as a friendly neighborhood bar.

And for almost 20 years, that's what he did, until he grew weary of running the bar. After Annie Hoselton threw a successful costume party there in October, Hubert, now 57, asked her to buy the business from him.