Tales from Dublin Pubs: The Chancery Inn (O'Reilly Bros) of Inns Quay
On a good day this seemingly foreboding haunt is in fact a source of warmth and welcome. A rare quayside pub with a bleak band of militant raw-boned smoking sentinels offering up plumes of smoke and gawking ever downward, perhaps contemplating Plato, perhaps counting cigarette butts, who’s to know?
Tales from Dublin Pubs: Grace's of Rathgar Road
Our first visit was spoiled by the sight of a drunken sot blatantly pissing himself while standing watching the horses, oblivious to the dark and disgusting stain spreading across his grubby pants. Subsequent visits proved more amenable and it has since come to be regarded as an especial favourite, even a gem.
Tales from Dublin pubs: Clarke's City Arms of Prussia Street
We visited one sweltering summer’s day (admittedly with drink already taken) and found a pleasant exterior with a medieval door and lots of squared windows. On first entering it seemed silent and serene. Light was blissful and motes of dust spun basking in its beams. One can imagine how we were lulled and unprepared for what was soon to come.
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