Picture the scene, a roaring fire, a group of trad musicians in the corner and REAL crisps being passed around the table. Dora Keogh’s Irish pub, played host to our friend Phil’s (told ye, you’d get a mention) birthday on Saturday and it was the perfect spot.
This is one of very few authentic Irish Pubs in the city, with a private snug, long benches and a private kitchen, where I can totally see the pub’s namesake rustling up grub in the wee small hours. The kitchen is adorable, a complete blast from the past, a 1950’s homestyle kitchen, which by the way is available to hire for private parties.
The food, is in keeping, traditional Irish Fare, perfect to warm you up and transport you to your own mums kitchen.
Our favourite part had to be the bar men, who were willing to have the banter with us, without doing that fake friendship thing you so often see from some servers hungry for the tip. I’ve been told they pull a good pint of Guinness too!
The kitchen aptly named “yer ma’s kitchen, the food, and the bar staff all make this place feel like a home from home, the only thing missing is the grouchy aul man in the corner smelling like fresh silage!
Call in, ask for Dora, she might be floating around and is sure to give you a warm welcome