Mortons

My daily commute on the 49 swings past this respectable looking pub and for years I’ve been meaning to see if the Guinness was equally respectable. 30 years of built-​up expectations is a lot to live up to but I was pleasantly relieved to find that in Morton’s, like all the old-​time pubs of Dublin, everything is as it should be.
Décor is well worn but scrupulously clean — indents in the bar where the auld lads rested their weary elbows while polishing off beers and barstools. My first appearance there was greeted by a friendly smiling barmaid who pulled a most remarkable pint, cheap too with change out of € 4.
As the evening rolled on the pints rolled in and an older clientele came to talk toot. It’s the sort of bar where everyone has their own seat at the bar but there’s room for everyone as conversation was chatty and in no way the sullen silence of people drinking for a reason.
Last bus home was right outside. Should the great pints have gotten the better of you there’s also a taxi company right next door — handy, and no doubt I’ll be in need of their service soon.