Two Porterhouse Bars and Messrs Maguire

Saturday evening fought to the bar and ordered a Hophead for Jackie (OK we tried each others beers by way of not getting too drunk) – this is a Porterhouse brew, in a keg and delivered by gas, as are most Craft beers in Ireland.  But I had a pint of Metalman Pale Ale – from a cask which was hopped with American hops for flowery-ness but not so much as the Hophead.  Both excellent, and better than the Porterehouse regular cask beer – TSB, or Turner’s Sticklebract Bitter, on account of the New Zealand Sticklebract hops in it.  Very bitter and a slight musty flavour which would have stopped me having any more if we hadn’t already decided it was too noisy and crowded for pleasant drinking and chat.

We had been told to watch out for very expensive beer prices, but about £4 a pint was not that high.

Walking back to our hotel we saw the stainless steel spike illuminated for the first time – and I like it.

Very tall, very slim, very shiny – and at night bits of it have lights. But what’s it for?

On Sunday we stopped at another Porterhouse Bar near Trinity College for lunch and a few beers.  Sampled their own Red Ale and Temple Brau (a lager), both as keg beers, but tasty nonetheless.  Couldn’t resist a bottle of Thornbridge Jaipur for the hop-rush.  Once we’d agreed to eat here it seemed reasonable to have another beer, so we ordered two US bottled beers, Goose Island IPA from Chicago and Sierra Nevada’s Southern Hemisphere Harvest – both seriously hoppy, the latter using fresh New Zealand hops in a reddish beer.

On the wall was a fine French beer advert:

Not sure this would get past the Advertising Standards folk today

After some more culture and extended walkabout we entered Messrs Maguire – a brew-pub beside the bridge at the bottom of O’Connell Street – for their Pale (some crystal malt and Cascade hops, “all about the hops” they said, and something I shall try to brew at home), Weiss (Fizzy, unfiltered and “aroma of bananas and cloves”), Porter (sweetish and chocolate, and another style I must try brewing) and finally Olympic Gold (some fruity hop, but a short finish).

We had dinner near to this fine figure of a revolutionary:

Jim Larkin said, “The great appear great because we are on our knees: let us rise.”

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