Barfly: The Oak
The reviewer dipped his figurative toe into the waters of The Oak. It was like digging up the treasure of the Spadas in the caves of Montecristo.
The reviewer dipped his figurative toe into the waters of The Oak. It was like digging up the treasure of the Spadas in the caves of Montecristo.
Some stag-night attendees are still defiantly drinking Carlsberg but, by and large, everyone in JW Sweetman is partaking of the home brews....
You can see why Michelle Obama and daughters wound up in Finnegan's for their casual meeting with Bono earlier this summer.
A strange quirk of fate, destiny or kismet meant that I found myself reviewing a bar I was supposed to review exactly two years ago but crapped out on at
With an open mind and a couple of blue ones in the wallet I headed to The Bison Bar adjoining the Workman’s Club: the whiskey-dullard goes forth.
Anton and I sip blue drinks and watch the dancefloor from a high table beside the bar. I am unable to explain to him why "Lafayette” is pronounced the way…