


Overheard at the King’s Inn: Creamy Pints and a Glimpse into the World of Petty Crime.
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Upon the cobblestone streets built over basement dwellings which once made up the quarters of the lowest of the pauper class, Dubliners can still hear the clipping and the clopping of expensive leather as it makes its way up Henrietta Street.
In…

The Battle for The Cobblestone Pub: Revisited
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Back in 2014, the inimitable and ground-breaking Dublin folk discombobulaters, Lankum, in their song Cold Old Fire prophetically sang of how they:
look for signs that Dublin's heart's still beating,That concrete and glass and peelers and…

Kenny’s Pub and why Ireland’s First Taoiseach Probably Liked Elvis
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Standing and sitting all around him, they gaze ahead, unemotionally, and in glib expectation of a continuance of the mediocrity that has so far graced the stage on this cold winter's night. He has no light show, no backing band, and no bejewelled…

Operation Barnstorm and Why We Need to Hide The Barn House Pub from The USA.
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When the war finally came and the sands around the city were raised by hellfire from above, Amani could hardly believe the calm that had washed over her. All through the previous weeks, nervous energy had clung to every street in the city like…

Smells, Slang & Stout; Why The Malt House is a Working Class Davy Byrne’s
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Each and every June, they don their straw boaters and bedeck themselves in their finest Edwardian splendour. By foot, bicycle, and horse-drawn cart, they can be seen as they to and fro around that familiar circuit. They'll be spotted alongside…