379) The Homestead Bar of Quarry Road, Cabra East, D7

On arrival at the exterior Andy stopped in his tracks fearing the worst. But within was a delightful and heartwarming homely surprise. Fitzgerald’s Homestead has a capacious lounge and bar with comfy carpet underfoot. Barman and lounge girl were very welcoming. A certain barman holds a remarkable physiognomy - big chin, underbite, a crescent moon or lozenge profile. Sam Coll said he was like a Mervyn Peake sketch come to life. Heaven’s delights! The Beamish was on at €4.70! The receipt oddly said that we were being charged for Tuborg (the bargain booze for addicts). No, no, no. Price was right, anyhow, and so was the quality of the poured stout. Customer Kieran stored his bloody bag of tripe behind the bar. A blonde barmaid thought that tripe was a type of fish.

As we were feeling the warmth and pleasure of sipping up again at the bar at our leisure, glory be to gawd, come the hour of five - out came a lounge lady with a portion of CHICKEN CURRY AND BOILED RICE ON THE HOUSE! Sam slurped through his bowl doublequick so delighted was he at this generous offering. We stayed for another round of cold stouts and were as happy as pigs in shit. Well done to the Homestead, they’ve bought our love.

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