We’re primarily here for the traditional music festival around Temple Bar, which is better than you might believe if you’ve ever spent a lost weekend there.
Last night we followed up the wonderful Black Sheep with an obligatory Guinness in Slattery’s, the only authentic looking place not mentioned in the Rough Guide. I forgot to ask a mate where the O’Neills were in Dublin*, so this was the next best thing.
Because we’re stingy, we shared a pint (euro 5.20) and agreed it tasted nearly as good as the stuff in widget cans*, but not a patch on the Galway Bay Porter from earlier. But it was cosy and pubby, with the indie soundtrack you expect. Much quieter than the Black Sheep though.
We’d forgotten just how attractive the views from the bridges across the Liffey were,
but somehow Temple Bar looked exactly the same after a gap of 22 years. Mrs RM felt an urgent need for the
toilet trad music drifting out of Fitzsimons. This may be a venerable Dublin institution for all I know, but it reminded me of Quinns, the plastic Irish pub attached to the Cambridge Hilton. Just four times larger.
A mildly amplified duo were working through the classics; “Cockles and mussels“, “Country roads take me home” and “Whisky in the jar“. They were great.
The audience comprised English bloggers, Japanese tourists, Primark shoppers, German students and lone females on business.
“Anyone here from Ireland ?” – No answer.
“We’re from Norway !!!”
“What d’ya want to hear girls”
“Correct” – and straight into “Wild Rover”
Simon would love this place if it ever got in the Beer Guide. Alas, their beer range had the following highlights;
Actually, lager lovers can choose from 2 types of Heineken, Carlsberg, Coors, Bud and some Heineken oddities attempting to look craft. The Cute Hoor Pale wasn’t bad. You can have a good time here if you tell yourself it’s still euro 1.40 to the pound.
It was worth coming to Dublin just to see the unicorn in the TK Maxx bag though**.