Distance - 5 Miles (over the day)
Pubs - 4Geocaches - 5
Yesterday's Pub Crawl
Day 2 in Galway. We avoid going to the pubs too early by taking in Geocaches in the City Centre, followed by a trip to the Cinema.
Darkness falls and what else is there to do? An investigation of West Galway Pubs is in order.
First, a missed pub from last night in the High Street.
Freeneys, 19 High Street
From the outside, you would be hard pressed to identify this as a bar. Yes, one window is full of Irish Whiskeys, but the other is full of fishing gear and swiss army knives.
Freeneys - Try not to walk on by |
Very old school inside, with a long bar divided with privacy screens.
Wonderful coal fires.
Freeneys from the Inside |
After possibly the finest Italian meal ever eaten (Da Paulinos, Upper Abbeygate) we get on with West Galway Proper.
The first place is a disappointment. A craft beer place called Bierhaus.
Street Art, Craft Beer, No Need for Either |
A trip to the bar reveals that they don't actually sell it.
More Guinness it is then.
I'm sure craft ale bars have their place but they're not really my cup of tea and definitely out of kilter with the other pubs experienced over here.
At least I learn how to cook sliced potatoes and burgers by watching the chef ply his trade.
Roisin Dubh, Upper Dominick Street
Legendary Music Venue |
Bizarrely, I am on this places mailing list. Mark Lanegan played here at the start of the year and looking to see if I could find an interesting venue to see him play, I must have subscribed.
Once a week, I will reminded of this fine city as I check my mails.
Tonight, it's comedy that gets a turn, with Jason Byrne kicking off the Galway comedy festival by playing here.
We would have gone to see him, but we have tickets for tomorrow.
Instead, its a quick pint in this cavernous pub which we have the bar to ourselves.
Everyone else has gone into the comedy room.
Monroes, Upper Dominick Street
Surely the winner of the biggest pub in Galway?
Monroes in the Daytime |
Yesterday, we had fun dodging the whirling dervishes in Tig Coili. Here, they have room to get properly organised. Into a proper Ceilidh. Equal number of men and women fling each other around in a manner that would have you banned in Worcestershire pubs if you were to try it.
The whole thing reminded me of a Nick Cave Song - John Finn's Wife - which opens as such;
We stayed for the rest of the night, utterly transfixed.Well the night was deep and the night was darkAnd I was at the old dance-hall on the edge of townSome big ceremony was going downDancers writhed and squirmed and then,Came apart and then writhed againLike squirming flies on a pinIn the heat and in the dinYes, in the heat and in the dinI fell to thinking about brand new wife of mad John Finn
And yes, we were tempted to join in.
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