dooblin

This is my initial shansky pub blog offering. We are leaving Dooblin tomorrow to visit Rose Anne's relatives in Sligo, so I will summarize the pub experiences from my angle....
First up was O'neill's Victorian Pub, where we stayed for 4 nights, next to Trinity College (think Book of Kells, Harry Potter-like library...
The pub turned out to be a wonderful respite from the raucous action in Temple Bar, etc...
We went there several times, once for dinner, where we had wonderful fish and chips, usually sitting in a snug....

Next up was Brazen Head, where we had lunch and stayed for 4 hours for the sunday afternoon trad music session. taken very seriously by the local musicians. The buzzed up patrons were alternating between singing along and hitting on my wife, and my daughters.....great fun, if i remember correctly.
Monday we went o the Jameson distillery, which is technically not a pub, but who gives a shit...i was a taster and drank several shots of various whiskeys, getting a diploma and a great bizz, while my family had to watch jealously.
Next up was Doyle's, where  Rose  Anne and I went after the Abbey Theatre . Couple of pints and some snuggling......

Today we hit a few more, starting with Farringtons, where , in addition to the customary pint of stout, I had a  shot of Poitin ("pocheen"), an original irish high proof booze  made from barley, sugar beet,and something else i cannot remember...i DO remember it was great and i felt invincible after i drank it.
After a visit to the Rory Gallagher Corner in Temple Bar,and an Indian dinner, we crawled to a few more, starting with the Temple Bar for some more trad and a coup,e more pints. Ye olde Dublin Pub was next, but i dont think we drank there...besides they were playing U2 stuff?and they BLOW big time)
Next up was Oliver St John Gogarty where i switched to Jameson and Rose Anne had RedBreast. Others had pints of something or other, i did not care by then. There must have been several hundred in the bar from at least 7 or 8 countries, listening and dancing to a guitar player/singer who sang everything from van morrison to Chubby Checker. The highlight was the incredible universality of music, when the entire pub sang the verses and the wonderful chorus of Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"....
Last tonight was the Palace Bar, a hangout for fampus old Irish writers. No music, but som more Jameson, a Harp,and ending with Irish coffee...
Next stop: Sligo....more later....