Sunset House

Normally I would avoid this place like the plague, but I went in with a friend who lives in the area and we had a blast. I sang «Brown Sugar» on the karaōke and did a half decent job. One of the local lads approached me and said «that was good». When I got back to my place at the bar I heard one of the girls say, «southside c-​u-​n-​t» and that rattled me a bit, but then I got talking to the auld fellahs and I soon settled in and had great craic. Unfortunately, one of the gang I was with got a bit shirty with the locals and I had to bundle him out of there. To cut a long story short, the offended local helped him get a taxi and all was forgiven. While I was trying to prop the drunken sod up, one of the auld fellahs helped me out by getting cold water to pour down his back. One of the local auld dears recommended that course of action so I took them up on it.
The barman was great and gave me 2 packets of peanuts for free — where else would you get that — and wasn’t too bothered by the whole scene. I would imagine he’s seen far worse.
So yeah, I’ll be going back there again minust the other yoke who was starting fights and I’m sure I’ll have a great time.

A staple on the northside of the city — this is best visited before/​after a big match in Croke Park. If you want to sample a taste of inner city life this could be the place for you. Relatively without frills — if you discount the huge plasma next to the bar — its location is its biggest asset. Can be a bit of a laugh for the short visit, there’s a good chance of a seat there is probably little reason to stay too long.
If you want an idea of our schizophrenic approach to our nearest and dearest neighbours across the Irish sea, on my most recent visit the juke box was playing the most un-​PC of rebel songs while on the huge telly there was a recruiting ad for the British Navy.