Home Bar

I found myself in football-​mad Spain on the morning of the rugby world cup final. The match wasn’t on the hotel’s TV channels.
Fortunately, a short walk from my hotel, I heard the dulcet tones of ITV’s rugby commentators and I found Home Bar open for business with several Brits and Frenchmen parked on the comfortable sofas in front of the wide screen TV
The charming Irish owner sorted me out an orange juice and I joined my fellow rugby fans. He said to pay at the end. I had to keep my head a bit low as I seemed to be alone in supporting the All Blacks.
At half time, soft white rolls appeared at the bar together with freshly cooked sausages and bacon. Patrons were invited to make our own breakfast baps, finishing off with ketchup or brown sauce.
Happily, my team squeaked home by one point. There was a lovely family atmosphere, aided by the owner’s little daughter running round.
This felt watching the game at a good mate’s house and what better praise can there be for an Irish sports bar?