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  • Agnes Brown’s: Thomas St.
  • Arthur’s: Thomas St.
  • The Back Page: Phibsborough Road
  • Bar Rua: Clarerndon Street.
  • Becky Morgan’s: Grand Canal Street Lower
  • The Beer Market: High St.
  • The Bernard Shaw: Richmond St. South
  • The Black Sheep: Capel St.
  • The Bohemian (McGeough’s): 66 Phibsborough Road
  • Brannigan’s: Cathedral St.
  • The Bridge Tavern: Summerhill Parade
  • Briody’s: Marlborough St.
  • Brogan’s: Dame St.
  • Cassidy’s: Camden St.
  • The Celt: Talbot St.
  • The Chancery Inn: Inns Quay
  • Chaplin’s: Hawkins’ St.
  • Clarke’s City Arms: Prussia St.
  • Clarke’s Phibsborough House: Phibsborough Road
  • ​The Clock: Thomas St.
  • The Cobblestone: King St.
  • The Confession Box: Marlborough St
  • Cumiskey’s: Dominick St.
  • ​The Dawson Lounge: Dawson St.
  • The Deer’s Head: Parnell St.
  • Delaney’s: King St.
  • Devitt’s: Camden St.
  • Doheny & Nesbitt’s: Baggot St.
  • The Dominick Inn: Dominick St.
  • Doyle’s: College St.
  • Doyle’s Corner: Phibsborough Road
  • The Duke: Duke Street.
  • East Side Tavern: Leeson St. Lower
  • Fallon’s: The Coombe
  • Fibber Magee’s
  • Fitzgerald’s: Aston Quay
  • The Flowing Tide: Abbey St.
  • The George: George’s St.
  • ​The Ginger Man: Fenian St.
  • ​The Glimmer Man: Stoneybatter
  • Grainger’s: Talbot St.
  • Grogan’s: South William St.
  • Hanlon’s: Hanlon’s Corner
  • Hartigan’s: Leeson St.
  • The Hut: Phibsborough Road.
  • Hyne’s: Prussia St.
  • The International Bar: Wicklow St.
  • J.M Cleary’s – Amiens St.
  • J O’Connell’s: South Richmond St.
  • J.W Sweetman
  • Jimmy Rabbitte’s: Camden St.
  • J.J. Smyth’s: Aungier St.
  • Kavanagh’s: Aughrim St.
  • Kehoe’s: South Anne St.
  • Kennedy’s: Westland Row
  • Kimchi Hophouse: Parnell St.
  • L. Mulligan Grocer: Stoneybatter.
  • The Lamplighter: The Coombe
  • Lannigan’s: Eden Quay
  • The Liberty Belle: Francis St.
  • Lloyd’s: Amiens St.
  • The Long Hall: George’s Street
  • The Long Stone: Townsend St.
  • The Lord Edward: Christchurch Place.
  • The Lower Deck: Portobello Harbour
  • Lowry’s: Summerhill Parade.
  • M Hughes: Chancery St.
  • Madigan’s : Abbey St.
  • Madigan’s: North Earl St.
  • Madigan’s: O’Connell St.
  • McCann’s: James’ St.
  • McDaids: Harry St.
  • McGettigan’s: Queen St.
  • McGrattan’s: Fitzwilliam Lane
  • Molloy’s: Talbot St.
  • O Donoghue’s: Suffolk St.
  • O Reilly’s: Tara St. Station.
  • The Oak: Dame St.
  • The Old Storehouse – Crown Alley
    (A Pint with Shane MacGowan)
  • The Open Gate Brewery – Thomas St.
  • The Oval: Middle Abbey St.
  • The Palace Bar: Fleet St.
  • Peadar Brown’s: Clanbrassil St.
  • Peadar Kearney’s: Dame St.
  • Peter’s Pub: Johnson Place
  • Piper’s Corner: Marlborough St.
  • Ruin Bar: Tara St
  • Ryan’s: Store St.
  • Shanahan’s The Coombe
  • Sheehan’s: Chatham St.
  • The Silver Penny: Abbey St
  • The Snug: Stephen Street
  • The Sunset House: Summerhill Parade.
  • The Swan: Aungier St.
  • T O’Brennan’s: Upper Dominick St.
  • T.P. Smith’s: Jervis St.
  • The Lincoln’s Inn: Lincoln Place.
  • The Thomas House: Thomas St.
  • Tom Kennedy’s: Thomas St.
  • Tommy O Gara’s: Stoneybatter
  • Toner’s: Baggot St:
  • Walsh’s: Stoneybatter
  • The Wiley Fox: Eden Quay

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🇮🇪 A modern Irish drinking odyssey
📝 Documenting Dublin pubs in opinion & anecdote.
📸 All photos our own
📅 Est. 2016
🔖 #dublinbypub
Instagram post 2130759235914065975_4055502538 If you were to ease yourself into a chair in the busy waiting room of an oncology clinic and gorge yourself upon the alcohol hand sanitizer that presumably hangs from the wall there, you’d be spending the same amount of money, but having ten times the craic as you would be if you were drinking in this defacto famine-era soup kitchen! . Have some respect for yourself and walk 20 seconds up the road to The Flowing Tide instead.
Instagram post 2126834191500537679_4055502538 Fibber Magee's: Parnell St. In the early hours of a Friday morning somewhere on Parnell Street in the middle of the first decade of the new millennium, you might have found me in the time honoured sweaty skirmish that I’m sure you’ll still find long haired leather clad rockers in to this day. With pint glass firmly clasped like all should be when mosh-pit adjacent, I’d be quaffing some unholy concoction sold to me as a loss-leader – aniseedy and tinted in shining glowstick green – you’d still be able to smell it in the morning afterward. . Having arrived early, as to avoid the bouncers, I’d generally be garbed in building site-safe attire, content that at least my steel-toe boots were half on par with the dress code. Eventually then the gang would spill in and the night would while away into that green aniseed haze and you would find yourself in that menagerie of boots, chains, leather, denim and all the sweat and beer spilt therein. And as the drinking-up hour would close in you might be going hoarse from defiantly shouting the repeated lines of the last song spun – it usually being Rage Against The Machine. “F**k you, I won't do what you tell me”... you’d howl it as you swayed arm in arm with any number of sweaty metallers.. “F**k you I won't do what you tell me.” Then the bouncers would move in to clear house – and you’d do what they told you. . There are but a handful of widely accepted institutions in Dublin City and the place mentioned above - Fibber Magee’s is certainly one. Dublin’s premier Metal bar, it was a rite of passage for young trainee rockers like myself who found that their fondness for music could no longer be confined to unlicensed premises way back when. Though ultimately I’d find the tunes in Fibbers a bit on the heavier side and transfer up to Eamon Doran’s, and given that it’s not somewhere I’ve ever frequented in the true sense of the word, I’ve always retained a fondness for Fibbers and the foundation it provided to me to learn the trade of drinking pints. [1/3 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2116699248321614992_4055502538 “I respect kindness in human beings first of all, and kindness to animals. I don't respect the law; I have a total irreverence for anything connected with society except that which makes the roads safer, the beer stronger, the food cheaper and the old men and old women warmer in the winter and happier in the summer.” . Not directly pub related, but had to post as I’m in awe of this #brendanbehan mural which popped up in the North Inner City this week. A stone’s throw away from where Brendan was born and reared, on Russell St. #architecture #streetart #irishliterature #cityphotography #discoverdublin #discoverireland #dublin #dublinbypub #dublincity #dublinpub #dublingraffiti #streetartporn #dublinstreets #guardiancities #guinness #igersdublin #ireland #irish #irishwhiskey #lonelyplanet #lovedublin #loveireland #thequarefellow #pubsofinstagram  #streetscape #travel #visitdublin #visitireland #ihavethisthingwithpints
Instagram post 2115551970760130242_4055502538 The Oak: Dame Street Sitting directly across from City Hall on the corner of the historic promenade of Dame Street and the equally historic Crane Lane, The Oak is a pub I must start by admitting to you that I’ve never spent an awful lot of time in. Nowadays I’m reasonably happy enough to admit that the reasons for this are probably a bit nuanced and snobbish, but way back when I was a young naive pintboy in training the cause of this was far more primal. I can tell you now, with all these years of hindsight under my belt, that my reticence toward frequenting this particular bar back then was a textbook case of ‘once bitten, twice shy’. You see, I was at that impressionable stage of life where one finds themselves at a crossroads, that delicate hour where it becomes time to take up the mantle laid by generations gone before. It was time to start drinking pints of stout. So with cautious abandon, I began dipping my toe in the proverbial dark ruby sea and set about acquiring a taste for this seemingly unassailable brew. But alas when I chose The Oak as my dispenser of same I found myself to fall afoul of the dreaded ‘bad pint’. . It’s all good and well nowadays with scores of vans servicing the pubs of the city with regard to their stout-pouring apparatus, but before this was widespread practice a bad pint wasn’t one where the taste was a little off, or the head was too thin. A bad pint back then was something that attacked you with a severity synonymous to that of salmonella. I dare say that this unlucky order may well have set my acclimatisation to Guinness off course by a good 12 months or so. [1/2 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2108272740298134238_4055502538 You'd be hard pressed to find a pub facade in Dublin that looks better than The Long Hall's. What's your favourite pub frontage around town? Leave us a comment and let us know. #architecture #cityphotography #discoverdublin #discoverireland #dublin #dublinbypub #dublinpub #guinness #igersdublin #ireland #irish #irishpub #lovedublin #loveireland #pubsofireland #visitdublin #visitireland #ihavethisthingwithpints #vwsnapshot
Instagram post 2106136231097129527_4055502538 The Bohemian Bar: Phibsborough. Bit of a change in the format of our posting for this week. Instead of posting our article on The Bohemian here in the comments on Instagram we're just gonna leave it over on our website dublinbypub.ie for you to go and read unabridged. The link for the homepage is in our bio and we'll link it up in stories now too. I enjoyed writing this one up, it touches upon the history of place naming conventions in Dublin, folk music, literature and Dublin phrases of old. Do head across to the website and give it a read. Leave a comment and let's know what you thought. #architecture #cityphotography #discoverdublin #discoverireland #dublin #dublinbypub #dublinpub #guinness #igersdublin #ireland #irish #irishpub #lovedublin #loveireland #visitdublin #visitireland #ihavethisthingwithpints #vwsnapshot
Instagram post 2095720077617338989_4055502538 The Lincoln’s Inn: Lincoln Place. Lofty ceilings, exposed brick, Joycean knee-tremblers. These are the things that come to mind when we sit to reflect on the Lincoln’s Inn… . Plonked curvedly along the headlong turn that stops traffic from continuing on to Nassau Street, The Lincoln is pub which needs no shiny PR Company to cobble together some contrived back story about itself in order to give it some historical justification as a classic Dublin boozer. Given its location, it already has that in spades. Now, you’re probably sick and tired of hearing me banging on about how this pub and that pub had this or that connection with big Jim Joyce, but this is another one. And an important one at that! It was on a fine 10th of June in 1904 that Jimmy peeled back his eyepatch and set both eyes upon a chambermaid by the name of Nora Barnacle in Finn’s Hotel and the rest, as they say, was history. 6 days later on the 16th of June, himself and Nora took a wander up to Ringsend and eh, well, refer to point three of the opening sentence. Alas, Finn’s Hotel is no more, a ghost sign remains on the gable end of the building and the name of the hotel was immortalised when used as the title of a collection of narratives written by Joyce but nowadays it’s known as The Lincoln’s Inn. [1/2 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2089929953789027483_4055502538 McGettigan’s: Queen St. Did you ever hear that one about a lad out in the middle of the desert in the United Arab Emirates years ago? He was wandering around amidst the unspoilt golden sand with his friend, a man from County Cork, and thinking aloud he turned to his friend and said “I think I’m going to build a city here in the desert”. Looking in agreement the Corkman turned to his friend and replied with two words – “Do Boy!” . You might forgive for the Da joke there but, albeit tenuous, it seemed like a decent way to introduce my next and even more tenuous point given that it brings me onto the subject of Dubai. . Dubai, to me, looks like shite craic. Alongside the annoyance of rich lads measuring their respective flutes via the means of consumerism – it’s a bit like a trip to the beach, but taken to the extreme – hot, sandy and difficult to get a gargle. Just not the sort of place I’d be prioritising a visit to. The heat is bad, it is! But the drink is probably my main concern. . Drink is treated strangely over in Dubai as far as I can ascertain, it’s heavily regulated and you can seemingly be arrested for landing in the country with a few pints in the system. But that said, you can get a scoop over there and it would seem that one of the foremost places to do so is in one of a number of places which are the namesake of this unassuming Smithfield boozer – McGettigan’s. Anecdotally, by drunk men, I’ve been told that this McGettigan’s is the one which got the ball rolling on what could be easily described as an empire of bars, many of which are situated in Dubai. Now we haven’t been able to corroborate that so maybe somebody who knows any better could let us know in the comments. [1/2 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2084812355384513535_4055502538 The Pipers Corner is a relatively new pub which we’ve posted about before. I adore this pub - it shows that craft beer can be purveyed without uncomfortable seating and board games. As well as that it’s also a boozer whose success gives us hope for the future of the traditional Dublin pub. Formerly Sean O’ Casey’s, it traded one Dublin Legend for another when it would become emblazoned with the large image of Seamus Ennis on its façade. You could describe Seamus as the Jimi Hendrix of Uillean piping. I’m always reminded, when speaking about him, of a fantastic poem that Dermot Bolger wrote about Seamus, the text of which follows. I see him leave that flat we shared And walk down Home Farm Road, Black coat buttoned against the wind, A countryman’s hat pulled down, And in his hand a battered case, Containing the set of uilleann pipes Found in fragments by his father In a sack in a London pawnshop: A jigsaw nobody could piece together A hundred years after they were crafted By Coyne of Thomas Street in Dublin. He carries his case like a secret dossier That no passer-by could decode As he boards a bus into the city, Unnoticed among the evening hordes. Times are hard, our flat threadbare, He survives on tins of steak and kidney pie, On meals that he cooks at odd hours, When he tells yarns and truly comes alive. There is rent to pay, a meter to be fed, Afternoon visits to the local launderette Nights of wind rattling the rotting windows, When he spreads his coat over his bed. This is the price of making music, Of living the life for which he was born, He is on his way that night to perform For little pay to a meagre audience In the back room of a Dublin pub, With a television blaring in the lounge. Ignoring the jarring cash register, Three dozen people sit, transfixed, By a set of reels learned from his father Interlaced with grace notes and tricks Picked up from pipers who are ghosts, Who died recorded only by himself, Who never learnt music, wrote nothing down, But carried the tunes in their minds, Knowing that with their own deaths Dozens of nameless reels would also die. Ennis plays with due respect for the dead, In his one good suit, a white shirt and tie.
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