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The Barn House: Dolphins BarnWhen the war finall The Barn House: Dolphins BarnWhen 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 a foul smell from which there was no escape – she felt it intensely, thinking of little else as the men in suits on the other side of the world pondered her and her country’s fate. So, when the first troops arrived and the noise of the city’s traffic and its hurried inhabitants had given way to interludes of intense quiet which padded the thunderous cacophony of war, she couldn’t help but feel a conflicting sense of relief. Relief that, even though all had changed utterly, at least, for now, the waiting and the tension were over. As the invasion advanced and Amani’s calm subsided, and she expected that it would soon become enveloped by fear. But as she watched and heard of events that unfolded, she instead had become stricken with anger. And not the prevailing shade of anger familiar to all, across the city, who heard it shrieked from the political leaders and the radical Imams, but an anger for those who had no regard for the sanctity of the artefacts of the past. She found herself incandescent with fury upon hearing of the looters. The selfish and the greedy - who took it upon themselves to pillage priceless relics from the nearby National Museum, while the city was on its knees. Equal, too, was her ire for those who just stood by and allowed them to do it. At that time and after it was apparent that forces belonging to her, and to her country’s invaders, did not share her views on the sanctity of the relics. Protection for millennia-old Mesopotamian remains or for pre-Islamic art was not evident. What was evident, however, was the interest that the invading forces had in protecting infrastructure and resources pertaining to the country’s oil industry. The above is a fictionalised account of an eyewitness report I read [𝟭/𝟯 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗯𝘆𝗽𝘂𝗯.𝗶𝗲 - 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗼]
The Malt House: James' StreetEach and every June The Malt House: James' StreetEach 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 the fortifications of Sandycove, and they’ll be seen at the mouth of Westland Row. They’ll be seen on Stephen’s Green and in Merrion Square. You’ll undoubtedly see them out on the pavement of Duke Street as they quaff overpriced burgundy for to dull the sharp sting of the similarly overpriced gorgonzola that has just passed their lips. But one place you will almost certainly not see them is at Number 27 James’ Street. And for the life of me, I cannot begin to fathom why.I’m not sure if it’s just me. Still, every time that Bloomsday – a day I’ve heard referred to as Paddy’s Day for arseholes on more than one occasion – rolls around, I find myself a bit annoyed that all of the reportage from that day invariably centres around those familiar and picturesque vistas mentioned above.I’m not trying to sound bitter, but having, as Joyce did too, a bit of a persecution complex, I’m always a bit annoyed that we rarely see images from the more working-class areas featured in Joyce’s writing. Areas like James’ Street and pubs like The Malt... [𝟭/𝟯 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗯𝘆𝗽𝘂𝗯.𝗶𝗲 - 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗼]
The Bottle Boy: North Wall QuayWhen boyhood's f The Bottle Boy: North Wall QuayWhen boyhood's fire was in my blood, you'd often find me - huddled with the rest outside the hall. Them all with their extra bags and tracksuit bottoms; and me, with no such additional accoutrements other than a note which had been begged from one of my reluctant parents the night prior. A note that would exclude me from the next double class of physical education.For back then, I was part of that misunderstood troupe of schoolchildren who resisted our school's insistence that we go run and jump for 60 minutes at a time. Our reasons for such resistance were many and varied - but one of mine related to a particular disdain I had toward a particular type of exercise – arguably the most archetypal exercise of all: the press-up. Be it red-faced educators shouting for five more, or factions of classmates performatively executing them in a furore of hormone-fuelled competitiveness, press-ups always seemed to activate some sort of deep-set, multi-generational terror in me. And I was want to avoid them at all costs.Thankfully, nothing in this world lasts forever. And eventually, The Leaving Cert was sat and Ewan McColl's words about schooldays were ringing true - and with no plans for a career in the defence forces or the fitness industry, I could be reasonably satisfied that the days in which I could be threatened by press-ups were well and truly over. Right? Well... no! Decades have passed since your humble narrator was dodging PE classes and all these years later, he has found himself battling, once again, against press-ups. But not as we had known them.It was in the fallout period from the global recession at the outset of the 21st century, that Dubliners began to notice things and to ask questions about places they were drinking, eating, or staying in. Questions like - Have I been to this pub before? Is this not very similar to that other hotel I was in? And then eventually, the dots would have been joined and someone would say those two words. Those two doom-laden words… Press. Up. [𝟭/𝟯 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗯𝘆𝗽𝘂𝗯.𝗶𝗲 - 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗼]
In defence of the Strawberry Hall.An arbitrary, In defence of the Strawberry Hall.An arbitrary, outside the canals, post, this one - but social media being what it is, we just wanted to stick our oar into the slippery depths of the online discourse that's been doing the rounds, and making the headlines, over the last few days regarding The Strawberry Hall. (Google the pub and hit news if you're wondering)We could likely count on the fingers from one set of hands, the amount of times we've cumulatively set foot in The Strawberry Hall. It's an awkward one to get to, down there by the banks of the Liffey. But as they say - what's seldom is wonderful.There are but a handful of pubs in this city that seem to have that unknown quantity, the magic touch, the je ne sais quoi. The Strawberry Hall is certainly one of them.When we first journeyed there, walking out from town of a beautiful summer's day we were struck by the kindness and the hospitality given to us by locals but especially by the staff. They kept us well fed and watered for the duration of our stay there and were even as kind as to ferry us up to Chapelizod so that we'd be able to get a taxi back, eastward, once we'd had our fill, or more than our fill in some cases.Over the years, we've come to develop dozens of ancillary theories and theorems around pubs and one such one is that a pub which provides deodorant for its customers tends to also happen to be a cracking pub. Unsurprisingly, they do this in the Strawberry Hall (and the Royal Oak in Kilmainham btw).The pint, seen as that's what got us talking about the place in this instance, has always struck us as a great one. We've been in this year and it's going for a fiver! in 2023!! A full €1.50 less that what I paid for the same in The Long Hall last week. Value unsurpassed.We think that they who shall remain nameless, who prompted a response from the pub, themselves, and subsequently inspired a deluge of articles from online news sources, got this one wrong. As we all do in life sometimes. But we'll also say that we've always found him to be a sound chap. And, as Brendan Behan said - there's no such thing as bad publicity except your own obituary.
Leonard's Corner: Leonard's Corner.Looking back Leonard's Corner: Leonard's Corner.Looking back on it now, with the gift of hindsight, and decent software that chronologically catalogued all the photos from the year, I can see that we were fitting a lot into that summer.Big weekends like the one in question weren't as abnormal as they’ve admittedly become. The body and the circumstances were better equipped for an action-packed Thursday to Sunday extravaganza with a full itinerary of very late finishes. It was at the tail end of one of these glorious weekends that I would first cross the threshold of Leonard’s Corner.It was a Sunday, nay – it was the Sunday. World Cup Final Sunday, and we were away to deepest darkest South Dublin to watch the fixture in a friend’s house. Yours truly was barely upright and still contending with the Charlies that had been consumed when the sun had already started to come up, a mere couple of hours prior.Having marginally survived the journey across the city, I located the nearest licensed outlet and immediately realized that, alike the 11 Croatians that were to be shortly lining out against France in Moscow, I was going to have to play this one tactically.Cans of stout would not be on the bill of fare for that afternoon. Nor was lager or any other such widely available beer that was for sale in the supermarket I’d found myself in. I had almost settled on cider, when, for some reason at that particular moment, it was obvious that several different variants of cheap sparkling wine were the necessary tonic required for reviving my ailing soul.A couple of hours later and things had improved exponentially. Now cured about three times over and with a few quid of French Sweepstakes money in the back pocket, I found myself in tow with some friends as we crawled our way out of Harold’s Cross and towards Clanbrassil Street. Naturally, it wasn’t long before we arrive to Leonard’s Corner. [𝟭/𝟯 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗯𝘆𝗽𝘂𝗯.𝗶𝗲 - 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗼]
Lowe's: Dolphin's Barn.A clamper, a man with a b Lowe's: Dolphin's Barn.A clamper, a man with a battery-powered angle grinder and a recently clamped motorist all walk into a bar…Fear not reader, this isn’t the first line of a poorly constructed joke – this is the scene which presented itself to me upon arrival to Lowe’s in Dolphin’s Barn of an afternoon, earlier in the year. But let me come back to that a little bit later on.Lowes, along with its neighbouring pubs, are ones that have evaded the clutches of DublinByPub for quite a spell. We certainly hadn’t been actively avoiding Cork Street and Dolphin’s Barn – this just wound up being a thoroughfare we never managed to make it past The Liberties to. But with the pubs open anew in the early part of last year we set a course to tackle the street once and for all. And of the three pubs along that particular stretch, Lowe’s the best by a country mile.A one-room pub, narrowing at the back, Lowe’s has a traditional décor. With plain brown carpet underfoot, it contains all its low seating to the front of the pub in the guise of couches and low stools. Containing the pub’s medium-sized bar, the rear of the space contains the majority of the pub’s high stools. A side entrance to the pub brightens the pub decently during the day leaving us to deem the place to have been in good nick upon our first visit.On that first visit, I had mentioned to my fellow drinkers that Lowe’s had something of a unique trait, relative to the Dublin pub landscape. I had been saying that [𝟭/𝟯 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘂𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗯𝘆𝗽𝘂𝗯.𝗶𝗲 - 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝘂𝗹𝗹 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗹𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗶𝗼]
Harkin's - The Harbour Bar: Grand Canal PlaceI w Harkin's - The Harbour Bar: Grand Canal PlaceI was thinking about canals the other week. Not just in general – I had Dublin’s two canals – The Royal on the Northside and the Grand on the Southside on my mind. Now I’m not here to delve into the wider history of them, today, but that’s well worth looking into if you’re so inclined. But the canals are often, relative to this blog, foremost in our thoughts. Like so many, we use them as boundaries – deeming them to denote where the city centre of Dublin starts and ends. But, as I sat down beside Patrick Kavanagh on my lunch break during the week – I was thinking too, how their initial purpose, to be used for trade and commerce, is virtually eradicated now.I was asking Paddy, whether he reckoned that his Canal Bank Walk poem might have been the thing that done it or at least heralded it. This change of the canal zeitgeist, as it were, to its modern form. The transformation of our consideration of this body of water to be a source of ecology, of nature and biodiversity and not solely a for-profit feat of engineering.Paddy, being a bronze statue, naturally did not respond to me. But I’ll post his poem here, which – as you’ll observe, makes no mention of industry or logistics. [1/3 Continued in full on dublinbypub.ie - Link for full article in bio]
It’s fair to say that we’ve made no secret of It’s fair to say that we’ve made no secret of the fact that DublinByPub can sometimes be a Brendan Behan fanzine disguised as a Pub Blog.We’ve often thought of compiling a Brendan Behan pub crawl but it had always been evident to us that if you were to make a crawl of Dublin Pubs that Behan had been known to frequent – you would be creating both an unassailable task and a public health risk.However, to mark the centenary of the great man’s birth this coming ninth of February, we thought we’d throw together something that that’s more of a pub walk than a crawl. Call it a ramble through Brendan’s Dublin with a few pints thrown in for good measure.We're going to link it in our stories today and you can find it in the link in our bio too.Managed to get plenty of stuff for the blog together in January. So plenty more to come in the first half of 2023. Happy February everyone!
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