Barfly: The Chelsea Drugstore
It remains to be seen what sort of appetite exists in Dublin for embedding oneself in an uneasy landscape of postcard anachronism to enjoy a high quality, innovative drinks menu,…
It remains to be seen what sort of appetite exists in Dublin for embedding oneself in an uneasy landscape of postcard anachronism to enjoy a high quality, innovative drinks menu,…
Along with its extraordinarily low prices, the most striking thing about the Forty Foot is probably how brightly lit it is inside.
There is a certain satisfaction in being part of the grand local tradition of doing shady shit tucked away in the low-lit hindquarters The Swan.
The simple fact of the matter is that Porndog does not go far enough.
"The air of the place is one of calmness, only punctured by a repeated bursts of elation from the three-card poker table next door". We try our hand at the…
It’s fair to say that the principal motivator for our late January excursion to The Yacht was a series of hushed mutterings about the ownership changing hands.
The Dingle Whiskey Bar is a self-styled 'artisanal, handcrafted' brand from the owners of the Porterhouse in a new tunneled outpost on Nassau Street.
The Shakespeare / The Hop House on Parnell Street is the perfect embodiment of the duality that the street now represents.
Traipsing through D4 on match-day to find to visit two post-Gibraltar thrashing watering hole, Slattery's and Sober Lane.
The 108 is the latest of the Galway Bay Brewing’s menagerie of pint dispensaries, and one which represents craft beer fever extending its heavily-hopped, caramel-noted tendrils further into the leafy…
The Back Page will most likely be referred to as a 'sports hipster' bar, but fuck it, there’s actually not that many places that are specifically good for watching sport…
The Harold House is the kind of place that’d get mentioned as must-see, flawless Guinness serving ‘hidden Dublin’ gem, if it wasn’t so profoundly, unequivocally strange.
Dip is about dancing yourself all into a lather, acting the mickey with your buddies and not being fussed with any of trend-hopping arseholery.
Belabouring the point of one’s own straightforwardness tends to be a self-defeating exercise, and it’s hard not to feel that way in MVP. Better not to say you do a…
The opening of The Three Tun Tavern marks the entry of British mega pub chain JD Wetherspoon’s into the fold on our humble island home.
Every carefully worn table and mismatched chair has an occupant and there’s a healthy queue at the bar. This maybe wouldn’t be so noteworthy if it weren’t for the fact…
“I like that there’s no music playing in here,” says Anton, soaking up the ambient noise of chatter. I nod in agreement. “Plus,” he continues, “can you imagine the absolute…
McSorley's comes across as bar with an easy, comfortable atmosphere with optional treats rather than a specialist’s haunt.