Nazi Bombings, Hollywood Legends, and a Teetotaler’s Last Pint—The Wild History of Cusack’s Pub | Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
Lately, on foot of my mentioning The Landmark Pub to a tradesman, I've been pondering the intangible phenomenon that marches us all slowly toward the grave – that is to say, I’ve been thinking about ageing. Specifically, I've been wondering about our perception of ageing and the way it can feel relatively accelerated at different| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
It was one of those wholesome, heart-warming moments. The type of thing that could have done numbers on TikTok or Instagram, or wherever things do numbers these days, if anyone had been bothered to film it. First of all, the setting was perfect – it was the Christmastime of the year; literally just a day| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
There I was, all set to start this write-up on the perfect line. I had gone over it in my head when I’d be passing by the pub on the bus, reciting different variations of it, playing around with the phrasing and the timing over and over again: It might seem strange to have a| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
If you happened to suffer from auto-brewery syndrome: a rare gastro-intestinal condition where your digestive system ferments ingested food to alcohol and causes you to slur your speech, stumble, find it difficult to carry out normal motor functions and become dizzy as you try to go about your day-to-day life, you’d be spending the same| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
It started, as most things often do, as a bit of craic. Apple Music ran a countdown of the Top 100 Albums on their Twitter. And I thought to myself, wouldn’t it be good craic to do that for pubs? Fast forward a few days and DublinByPub has the attention of Dublin Pub Twitter, who| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
Come as a surprise, Leixlip, Clonsilla. Dropping down lock by lock to Dublin. With turf from the midland bogs. Salute. He lifted his brown straw hat, saluting Paddy Dignam. They drove on past Brian Boroimhe house. Near it now. James Joyce, Ulysses, 1920 A hearse and mourning coaches stood empty outside the Brian Boru House| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
On a September’s Friday evening, hardy drinkers have gathered into a quayside pub to mark the end of their working week. The pub, named in accordance with their customer’s and their customer’s forebearer’s profession, is in full swing as the last of the daylight is waning – cigarette smoke hangs in the air and aids| Dublin By Pub - A Modern Drinking Odyssey
In stoic defiance, they stand before me with their arms folded and their serious faces downcast. One of them repeats what the other has already said – but this time in a different phrasing: | www.dublinbypub.ie
Packed into the pub corner, the sweaty milieu are assembled with little regard for personal space. In various mixes of pork pie hats, belts, braces, polo, checkered and gingham shirts – they shake the foundations with their Doc Marten stomps. They move in deference to the refrain of the brass and in rhythm to the […]| Dublin By Pub
Upon the cobblestone streets built over basement dwellings which once made up the quarters of the lowest of the pauper class, Dubliners can still hear the clipping and the clopping of expensive leather as it makes its way up Henrietta Street. In the past, it might have been an MP, fresh from his engagements in […]| Dublin By Pub
