Modest joint near the Dáil. Good view of traffic. A confusing subterranean passageway, with many a twist and turn, leads to the toilet – go the wrong way and you'll likely wind up in the neighbouring gastritis hole, a certain Foleys (bar slash restaurant, if you will, to which this little pub is attached). Trad sessions are lively on weekends. Seats by the barrel outside are fine on a summer’s day.

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