This is a gem, tucked away from busy city street, in Pheonix park, which happens to be the largest city park in Europe. This place brings you back in time—half a century into not too distant past, where people congregated here for a drink after a hard day of labour on the fields or in the city, but now, all fields are replaced by modern residential houses. Still, walk in through the hole in the wall and you are transported back in time.
I usually learn about a city by walking endlessly through the side streets until my feet ache, then I retire to a pub to meet the locals. I rarely go on organized tours but I couldn't pass up the birthplace of Guinness Stout. The Guinness Storehouse tour is well worth the €15 entry fee (less expensive for students, senior citizens and children). I spent over four hours on the tour, eating a Guinness chocolate muffin and, of course, downing a few pints o' the black nectar. I bought some Guinness swag from the gift shop, left the premises heading toward central Dublin and then... stopped by a pub for another couple of pints of the black stuff.
Having a mere 24 hours to see Dublin before our journey continued to Galway, my best friend and I did the Guinness Storehouse tour. It was a dreary, rainy day, and this tour was the perfect activity to get out of the wetness for a bit and still waste no time in taking in all there was that the city had to offer. Reaching the top 6th floor of the tour, the gravity bar awaits, offering a panoramic 360 degree view of the city and a pint of the good stuff. Sláinte!
I had the absolute pleasure of being in Dublin during St. Patty's Day, and it really was, as the cliche goes, "a sea of green". The streets were madness, but so full of love.
What I love about the Irish when they drink is that they are happy: full of laughter, song and dance, and great banter. The majority of them are not the stereotypical "fighting Irish" that we were once warned about. Instead, they are the "back-patting Irish". They were open and generous people, always willing to talk to me for ages about whatever pestering questions that I had about their culture. They are full of endless wit, my mouth and belly had never hurt so much from laughing.
All I can say is, I love Ireland. "IIIIIIRELAND, IIIIRELAND!"
This Temple Bar area in central Dublin is nicknamed "Temple Barf" due to all the bars and the drunk tourists who pay for overpriced Guinness within them. I was enjoying a pint of the dark stuff in the Palace Bar when two young women from Norway asked if they could borrow my pint for a picture.
This 189 year old bar is popular with journalists as many newspapers are within a few blocks. Love how they make the pubs so beautiful in Ireland.
The Temple Bar brings a lot of tourists and locals to the square. Go out there when it just starts to get dark and you will find yourself in the middle of a fun nightlife scene with brilliant musicians, new friends, and even some leprechauns ;) Grab a friend and enjoy what the square has to offer.
A paradise of collectible and contemporary spirits awaits the serious whiskey connoisseur. The stock here includes a single malt from the tiny island of Inish Turk Beg, in handblown bottles (pictured), and an exclusive Connemara bottling aged in a sherry cask. 353/(0) 1-675-9744. This appeared in the September, 2012 issue. Read Lisa Abend's "The New Dubliners."
Start with chorizo-stuffed squid and a Hendrick’s martini. Follow these with a pancetta-topped lobster burger with truffle-and-Parmesan fries, and you’ll know that you’ve moved well beyond traditional fish and chips. 353/(0) 1-679-7000. This appeared in the September, 2012 issue. Read Lisa Abend's "The New Dubliners."