You have to pass through some challenging street art to get there via the station. On this occasion, the modern reality actually looks better than the paintings. The Painters Arms doesn’t do food, but I recommend the culinary sensation that is the ham sandwiches from Delicye Polish Delite. A full selection of Polish lagers here.
You must never jump to conclusions, but the Painters is your archetypal Irish pub, an increasingly rare survivor in Hightown. Racing from Punchestown, and betting slips, rather than “Beer in Beds“, are the giveaways. That and the six minutes taken to pour the Guinness.
It doesn’t sell real ale, though the rusting Benskins (RIP) sign is indication that it once did. Even if they’d had Cloudwater DIPA on, I’d still have gone for the Guinness though. I probably only have a couple of pints of it a year, but on this form that seems a bit mean. In January I’m in Dublin, and may make a belated trip to test it on home ground again.
Even with a photo finish loudly reported in Gaelic it was a wonderfully peaceful half hour.
WhatPub speculates on a return of cask, but I reckon the Bricklayers mops up any real ale trade out this way. You’ve always got Carlsberg, Coors, Fosters and JS Smooth if you want a choice.
All it lacked were a few more customers mid-afternoon to occupy the bench seating I forgot to capture on my unguided tour round the pub. People make pubs you know, not just tiling.