In this corner of Dublin city, you can expect upmarket venues such as The Merrion Hotel and Michelin starred Patrick Guildbauds but there is a handful of pubs that see hoards of suited and...
We’re big fans of a perfectly prepared cheeseboard to accompany a particularly wonderful glass of vino, and only wish we could indulge in such a luxury every evening of the week. Taking care of...
This year, pubs across Ireland will open on Good Friday for the first time in 90 years, with Dublin publicans celebrating a change in the licensing laws that were implemented since 1927. The change...
The celebrated Irish author James Joyce once wrote “Good puzzle would be cross Dublin without passing a pub.” The thought, expressed by Ulysses’ Leopold Bloom, hints at the wealth of establishments where you can get a pint in the...
Few places can make you feel more at ease than a great Irish pub. With neatly preserved interiors to please your eyes, real hospitality, a well stocked bar and a hearty food menu to charm your...
Summer has arrived and while we are not guaranteed sunshine that doesn’t stop us from wishing for a week of bliss. There is something about being in a beer garden on a sunny day that puts...
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A familiar face can be the most comforting sight: an esteemed mentor when you have to make a speech, a friend at a party full of strangers, a traditional Irish pub on a street thriving with shiny new...
What was once the spot of ‘The Pint’ on Dublin’s Eden Quay, The Wiley Fox has now taken the reins of this north side premises in an attempt to find greater fortune and success...
Part of the ever expanding Galway Bay Brewery chain, Against The Grain can be found on Wexford St., on the opposite side of the street to Whelan’s (where Carnival bar once stood, for those...
For many years in Dublin, heading to a sports bar at the weekend meant warm pitchers of Fosters, greasy baskets of grub and arguing with the guy in front as you strain your neck...