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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
  • The Ferryman: Sir John Rogerson’s Quay
  • 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.
  • John Kavanagh (The Gravediggers’): Prospect Avenue
  • 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 Neill’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.
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📅 Est. 2016
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Instagram post 2176434624289231220_4055502538 The Ferryman: Sir John Rogerson's Quay. Recently we were philosophising about what it is that brings that certain sense of je ne sais quoi to pints when they’re taken in enjoyable numbers of a Sunday. Having given due regard to theories of Old Ireland and The Sabbath, we came to look on the whole situation more generally and found some consensus that the sweetness derived from a Sunday session is most certainly directly proportional to its inherent risk. Riskiness, when you consider its intrinsic incalculability, is something that borders on the magical. And you don’t need to be an adrenaline junkie out on a tightrope or a high roller staking five grand a hand to get the endorphin rush that risk can deliver. All you need to do is put your next days’ wage or even your entire job on the line and get down to the boozer for a skinful on a Sunday. Fair warning though, I tossed these particular dice a few weeks ago and I lost. Thankfully this loss brought about no need to hightail it back to hatch number two or to pawn the family silver, the nature of my punishment this time around was to be more sensory than anything. With a humdinger of a hangover the next morning, I rushed queasily down the road to make the last Monday DART that would deliver me to work on time. Sufficiently sardined onto same, I made the horrifying discovery that I was headphoneless. And of course, it wasn't even a tiny moment after I'd made that realisation when two particular gentlemen, whom I could only describe as the type who would have been dealing with NAMA during the recession, boarded the train. Unfortunately, these boys had no inclination to keep as quiet as the rest of the passengers and set about letting the whole carriage hear their conversation which was convened entirely with the use of business buzz-word bollock-talk. You know the sort of stuff – acronym laden shite that you’d hear the minister for finance yammer on with when he’s speaking about citizens like financial commodities. Anyhow, it was these two gobshites and their overuse of the phrase Silicon Docks in referring to the Grand Canal area that had me thinking of The Ferryman. [1/3 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2171839726013606778_4055502538 The Gravediggers’: Glasnevin It’s early afternoon on a bitter February morning and I’m huddled around the graveside of Fenian Leader – Jeremiah O Donovan Rossa with another dozen cold persons on a guided tour of Glasnevin Cemetery. An actor in full Irish Volunteer regalia is in the throes of his re-enacting of Padraig Pearse’s famous graveside oration. The wind is whipping up in short frenzied bursts which are shaking the surrounding trees, strong trees – nourished on the since-decayed flesh of patriot dead. Haphazardly, this wind is spraying a pin-prick icy drizzle laterally toward my face, aiding it in its apparent attempt to render all exposed flesh numb. I’m entirely sure that February is a fine month for a great number of things, but even more certain am I that Saint Brigid herself would agree that this is no optimal month for traipsing about on consecrated grounds for prolonged periods in the frost. After an hour or so the otherwise enjoyable tour ends and before I can speak the reddened faces of my companions render moot the question I have in my head. We are all in telepathic agreement that the time has come to seek shelter from the cold – and our chosen location for such is another thing that Brigid would’ve probably been agreeable to, her being the patron saint of beer, and all. We are bound for Kavanagh’s, The Gravediggers. At this particular point in time our having never been to the pub is a shame we carry in secret. We fancy ourselves as knowing a thing or two about the most well-regarded pubs in Dublin and we’re repeatedly deflecting suggestions and changing subjects in order to try and conceal the awful truth. And with this comes the expectation, the hype. It’s not possible for this pub, good and all as we’re sure it will be, to live up to the standard our respective unconsciousness set for their waking counterparts. We find our way out of the cemetery and push back the heavy iron gate and proceed toward the battered wooden door. The world stops. It’s glorious. [1/3 Contd. In Comments]
Instagram post 2167516521522147152_4055502538 Managed to nab a nicer shot of Sweetman's than previously uploaded there the other week. Anyhow, I wanted to ask you all about Halloween fancy dress etiquette. Should we have done our dressed up drinking last week, on account of it being the bank holiday weekend? Or is it still acceptable to be out on the lash in all your Halloween finery this weekend too? . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . #architecture #barsofinstagram #cityphotography #discoverdublin #discoverireland #dublin #dublinbypub #dublincity #dublinpub #dublinpubs #dublinstreets #guardiancities #guinness #igersdublin #ireland #irish #irishpub #irishwhiskey #lonelyplanet #lovedublin #loveireland #publichouse #publife #pubsofinstagram  #streetscape #travel #visitdublin #visitireland #ihavethisthingwithpints
Instagram post 2164889583494107062_4055502538 O’Neill’s: Suffolk St. Ever since Molly wheeled her barrow up the road from those pelt-peddling pricks down at the mouth of Grafton Street and plonked herself where it’s supposed that the Vikings once erected the thingmote, their version of Dundrum Shopping Centre, you could argue that the most westward point of Suffolk street has been subject to something of a rejuvenation. It's here outside St Andrew’s church that you might listen to the portrayal of fiction as fact when steady throngs of tourists are corralled around the likeness of the city's most famous mythical brasser only to have her described as if she were as real as Tone or Collins. And as you watch these tourists, one by one, mount Molly's plinth and degrade the cause of feminism one brush of her brass bust at a time you might think to yourself that it's not ideal but that it could be worse – it’s only a statue after all and where's the harm in a few Yanks thinking of her as once actually alive… alive-o. It's also probably apt enough that O Neill's is the public house which sits upon this site because it, to me, falls into this same category as the scene aforementioned - it's not ideal, but it could be worse. Relative to our, ahem, studies... this bar is quite a notable one insofar that it's the first where we can conclusively state a connection to James Joyce, a good pub does not make. And yes, this is another pub with strong links to JJ himself, it being featured in Counterparts - one of the short stories contained in Dubliners. In this story we meet Farrington, a legal secretary whose vitriol toward his superiors is severe enough that it manages to manifest itself as a thirst. And such is the insistence of this thirst on the day that Counterparts is set, that Farrington heads off on his afternoon break to quench it: . "He was now safe in the dark snug of O’Neill’s shop, and filling up the little window that looked into the bar with his inflamed face, the colour of dark wine or dark meat, he called out: “Here, Pat, give us a g.p., like a good fellow.” The curate brought him a glass of plain porter." [1/2 Contd. In Comments]
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
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  • Bring Back Pints Outside The Gravedigger’sAugust 6, 2019 - 8:19 pm

    Recently it was reported that An Garda Siochana had decided to notify the proprietors of John Kavanagh’s (AKA The Gravedigger’s) that they need to stop people from bringing their pints outside the pub and enjoying them on the green space to the front of the pub. Gravediggers calls time on enjoying a pint outside – […]

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