OK, so my selection of the most beautiful-looking pubs in Dublin, no surprises or left-field choices, I could only limit the list to 13, so will do the first 5 tonight and the rest tomorrow night:
13. The Swan, Aungier St
Anyone else struggling with all this shite? I am, and I've no problem admitting it. All the joy has been sucked out of life, and it's a real grind to wake up every day lacking motivation, nothing to look forward to or be excited about.
Irish train journeys are never dull. Fella just leapt over the wall at Kilkenny station in full tuxedo and ran onto my carriage, sweat lashing out of him. Sits down and asks me 'where is this train going?'
Mam: 'Are you sure you're OK, do you need me to come up there'?
Me: 'You know the whole point is I'm supposed to be isolating?'
Mam: 'But I'm your mother'.
Paying €9 for the barman to run to the local takeaway to fetch you some chicken wings you don’t want feels absolutely ludicrous. Probably because it is absolutely ludicrous.
Chatting to an Argentian fella there, was telling me how hard it is for foreigners to make friends with Irish people - the friendliness is always at a surface level, they never really let you in, invite you to things, etc.
Fish spice box. And Chips in Dungarvan is, I'm convinced, the finest take away in Ireland. They even serve wine, like I'm in some civilised southern European country.
Granted, you'll probably need to be power washed and do a spell in quarantine afterwards, but at €4.50, there surely can't be a cheaper pint anywhere in Dublin than the Auld Triangle.
No list of Dublin's most beautiful pubs would be complete without mentioning Slattery's in Rathmines. A pint here before going next door to The Stella is an afternoon well spent.
Pints with your best mates, in Grogans, on a school night, and you stay longer than planned. Nowhere in the world is better than Ireland for these moments.
As promised, a thread of my 10 favourite pubs or bars on the northside, not 'the best', just the ones I'm most affectionate about:
10. The Goose Tavern.
Will start my promised list of what I consider the 12 most beautiful-looking pubs in Dublin tomorrow evening, I take these lists too seriously, overthink them, but it's safe to assume Fallons will be on there.
There's a perception of The Auld Triangle as a rough, tough, working class dive, if anything, it's kind of bohemian, draws a very eclectic mix, and nobody is ever judged or made feel unwelcome.
For a village the size of Borris to have one great pub is impressive, to have two is ridiculous. This is O'Shea's, where you can still order a box of nails or can of WD-40 with your pint.
Have received comments recently to the effect that I promote a Disneyfied version of Ireland, ignoring all the bad stuff. First, the places I post about do actually exist. And second, there's more than enough misery on here already without me adding to it.
Cork has the highest concentration of good pubs of any city in the world, but I'd be surprised if any surpass
@callanansbar
as my favourite in the city, everything about it is perfect.
Tempted to delete my earlier tweet about Izz Cafe just to stop the flood of pollution into my mentions from racists and scum, but no, fuck them, I'll just go off Twitter for a day or two 'til they've fucked off, see you soon!
Pubs in January are so much nicer than in December. The amateurs have vacated the public realm again, the quasi-religious attention seekers are doing that Dry January nonsense, you can sit back and read a book again with your pint.
If I have to pick one Dublin pub, it's always going to be Cleary's. History, beautiful decor, sound, old school clientele, brilliant bar men - it's the gold standard.
Completely subjective of course, so this is just my top 20 favourite pubs in Dublin, not necessarily the best:
1. The Gravediggers
2. Grogans
3. Nearys
4. The Long Hall
5. The Royal Oak, Kilmainham
6. Fallons
7. The Big Romance
8. The Lord Edward
My parents, whilst exercising sensible precautions, have always insisted on us carrying on like a normal family at Christmas, not living in fear of covid. My dad's view is that life is too short. Their choice, not mine, and I admire them for it.
The worst thing about this 8pm rule is that the pleasures of afternoon drinking, the sanctuary of solitary, contemplative pint men such as myself, has been discovered by the masses.
And that concludes my Sicilian adventure, hard to believe I've only been here 8 days, it has felt epic. As always, many thanks for the fun interactions and kind comments and feedback, this was my favourite photo of the trip.