Football is the trade in this Celtic obsessed boozer. Sport widows huddle in a far corner sipping G&T’s while the wooden decked floor is stomped by passionate fanatics. Raucous yet jovial. Sweaty but friendly. Filled with the powerful stench of testosterone and hops. Guinness posters and Celtic paraphernalia are the accessories of choice in this dingy den, which lacks the pretentious attitude of its surrounding high end bars. Popular with homesick expats after good beer and pub grub; 'pies are some of the biggest in town.
Less of a village, more the centre of the expat universe. Much like every other Irish pub, food is hearty, and Guinness flows like a river; and, naturally, there are few genuine Irishmen. Cas... read more
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