Highlights Food and Drink
With only a few weeks left before the doors finally close, it seems like the most pertinent move would be to drop in for a quiet one, two or three before the spirit is gone for good.
Street 66 is divided into two distinct areas; a wholly unremarkable, leather booth lined hindquarters functioning as a “Disco Lounge” and a more laid back “Dive Bar” up at the front
A cosy single room, featuring a side area with a barber’s chair for those wishing to indulge the crossover, the crowd mixes auld lads, suits, and a healthy smattering of Stoneybatter and (Grangegorman) transplants.
Situated next door to the considerably more popular Smyth’s; Humphrey’s, for better or for worse, seems set to forever be discussed through the lens of what it is not.
Roddy Doyle Facebook posts unfurling in real time. If it’s a quiet one you’re after, you could do much, much worse.
While by no means a hugely remarkable pub just yet, the Jug is indicative of the changing face of this part of the Liberties.
I’ve been assured by relations of the correct vintage that the doorway does indeed function as a wormhole to the oft-eulogised days of yore.
The bar within a bar has emerged as an ultra niche micro-genre in Dublin
Shiver me timbers, I’m in a boat!
Akin to a steampunk TGI Fridays with a sterilely insincere, suffocating ambience to match.
Playing on the bar’s ownership by FX Buckley’s, the Bull and Castle has doubled down on taxidermy, butcher’s tiles, a plethora of weighing scales and chalkboards on the walls declaring the specialness of all their offerings: their oysters, their rum, their gin, their beer.
If you were expecting high-end sandwiches and the potential to have an afternoon tipple at the expense of the rest of your working day, I suspect that Probus Wines would be an absolute treat of an afternoon.
I would have eaten a flatbread, had I not eaten a hoagie in Gutterball, through which you have to pass to enter Thundercut Alley.
Lincoln’s retains its lofty reputation not for whatever contemporary action it hosts but through it’s association with the romanticised Dublin of yore.
One hopes with the benefit of time or a few tweaks the Hill will eventually make its mark. For the moment at least, it boasts promise of much else ahead.
The slightly tepid vibe downstairs aside, I can’t help but fall for this place and feel that it’s their excellence as a venue that Arthur’s should be trumpeting when it’s their turn to step up to the mic.
Idlewild is a very pretty bar, and it even boasts an extremely bright staircase on the way up from the toilets, which makes you feel slightly like you’re ascending to the afterlife, potentially to hang out with another dead Quaker businessman.
It is rare for a pub’s greatest selling point to be its carpark but O’Shea’s Dodder-adjacent sun-trap seemed to be the establishment’s primary draw over the last few years.