141) Peadar Kearney's of Dame Street, D2

Very much a claptrap tourist trap kip - named after the author of the Irish National anthem (the same Peadar was also an uncle to Brendan Behan). The loudly piped clichéd music should serve as a warning, to say nothing of the proximity to Temple Bar. Serves Dublin’s most expensive pint of Beamish – and one of the worst. Five euro sixty adds insult to injury and ignominy to indignity. Nonetheless, a good view of Dame Street is available from the window seat if you're desperate. Access to an obnoxious underground craft beer shop/nightclub is also obtainable if you’re a real cunt.

Update as of September 2021: During the time when pubs were forced to close their doors due to Covid-19, this pub got a complete makeover. It is now called ‘P. Kearney’s.’ The main bar which was once on the left is now relocated to the very back of the room. It looks lived in, and traditional, however, Beamish is no longer available - an unforgivable sin. Instead, one must fork out a whopping €6.20 for a pint of Guinness! Disgraceful. It opens earlier than most, so if you’re on the look out for an early pint you might try here if you’re desperate. And with prices - such as the above mentioned - one would expect to find only tourists, yet a large and loyal group of dirty Dubliners (probably civil servants and/or lottery winners) will always be found here on the grog.

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