It’s been a good start to our sober trip to Dublin. No beer on Ryanair, and just the usual in the Spoons (Windmill) pre-flight.
You’ll know the world is about to end when Mrs RM doesn’t have her Punk IPA at Stansted. I tried to tell her that it’s not as good now that it’s only in bottle, but to no effect. The cask range has expanded a bit beyond the recent GK/Adnams/Fullers offer, and this remains the best airport pub in the UK (not a patch on Memmingen mind).
It’s our first trip to Dublin since ’95, when all I remember was the All Ireland Gaelic Football final being everywhere.
We’re staying in Jurys north of the Liffey. Based on grim experiences in their Bristol and Nottingham ho
vtels over the years I’m surprised how good this one is. You can even see a Lidl out of the window.
Only five minutes walk to our first contender for GBG18 too;
Folk often complain about the Good Beer Guide as a reference book, suggesting “asking a local” for the best pubs. Doing that randomly in Dublin will get either you a) complete silence from teenage German girls, or b) directions to the Guinness factory. And the internet brings up lots of old and contradictory guff. So best to just stare through windows.
The Black Sheep (sorry, no WhatPub link) is the sort of solid two room local you get in Marylebone or Fitzrovia, except for the sea of Galway Bay keg taps, and a plate of donuts on the bar.
Mrs RM was tempted to take the chocolate ones, but having read Simon’s OliveGate post, and knowing donuts cost about 5 euros each in Ireland, we resisted.
This is a cracking pub, perhaps closer in spirit to the Magnet than the Boar’s Head on the Stockport scale, but still feeling like a place for all-comers. A good pub has music everyone can detest; here we had The Police and China Crisis. It was packed by 6pm.
The Galway Full Sail was a bit like Gamma Ray, except that it cost about £5 a (nearly) pint, which made Norway seem reasonable. The good food (seafood stew) was equally top quality, top dollar.
Only after I’d paid and set about being nosey did I spot thegorgeous “Cask Corner“(top), apparently not modelled on Doncaster’s finest. A small queue of devotees had formed for the elixir, and I watched carefully to see which was being pulled.
Well, that Trouble Brewing RIPA has a dreadful clip but was otherwise a revelation. Jaipur IPA would be a comparator, but I rarely find the Thornbridge well kept these days (University Arms apart). I’d score it NBSS 4, if I was able to.
The only downside with Irish cask is fairly obvious from the photo below, but that’s what happens when folk get their idea of craft from Bethnal Green (jugs) rather than Dulwich(straights). With Mrs RM at my side, I decanted my half into a proper glass.
More cask, and craft, tomorrow.