Our bus loops us through green pastures, lazy hills, and riverbeds. We reach Dublin that afternoon and catch the metro to our quiet homestay in Blackrock.
The next morning, full of oatmeal, we head back to Dublin. Our goal: beer.
In no time we find Dame Lane and pub central. The ancient streets reek of last night’s extravagances. We pass Temple Bar, which looks like a TGI Friday’s version of Ireland. But by 11:51am, we walk into Stag’s Head.
At home and served pretty cold, the black stuff tastes of keen, bright apple, a creamy honied mead, with a hint of charcoal. Good morning Guinness.
Next: Kilkenny’s Irish Cream Ale.
It looks clear, medium plus copper amber, with a white inch head. Nosing beer in a Dublin bar certifies my geekiness (but I soldier on: medium intense mead and apple btw).
Acidity shines here like a fresh salad. Body and other structures feel medium. Average flavors taste of wheat bread, red apple, and honey. The medium length pops with a fresh slight tin can finish.
Good for a liquid lunch but maybe not for Ireland’s oldest brewery. Although both Guinness and Kilkenny now work for conglomerate Diageo), I cannot complain.
Well-warmed, we head out to find local chocolate, cheese, and bathrooms at Saint Stephen’s Green Shopping Center: a massive mall mimicking a Victorian greenhouse.
Then, the Celtic Whiskey Shop finds us.
Its location between St Stephens Green and Trinity College on Dawson Street draws locals and tourists alike. Bottles wallpaper the tight interiors. No inch lacks alcohol or customers.
The selection is eclectic and stellar. If they like a brand, they have its full range. Pricing is quite fair, with a Soave for only 6 euros, to…well…this:
Until I win the lottery or have a palate worthy, they let me sample some decent single malt, while Tracy finds a surprisingly diverse selection of our favorite Scottish brew:
Overwhelmed by the Celtic Whiskey Shop, we depart empty-handed. Why?
Because next post, our Drink In Dublin Day 1 continues with the Bull & Castle: Ireland’s best pub for microbreweries. The glow of Stag’s Head