Previously called ‘The Crowing Cock.’ A very fine establishment with extensive food menu and upstairs lodgings for tourists. One visited frequently in 2011 on account of barman Sean Driver, who attended the same college tutorials and was wont to give one repeated free pints. His subsequent absence in recent years has robbed the spot of its freeloading charm. This pub claims to be Victorian and was established in 1885 which means technically it should qualify, and yet no other publication that we have found lists it as such. Architecturally, it seems genuine, and certainly carries the feel of a Victorian pub with its rich wood, stained glass windows and luxurious lamplight. But alas, since the majority of the interior was refurbished to imitate the ‘Victorian style’ in the early 1900s, it cannot technically qualify.

There are many wonderful nooks and crannies at different levels and small private alcoves dotted throughout. A traditional antique writing desk is available. Stained-glass provides a wealth of colour, and a generous coal fire is well maintained in winter. The main entrance on the corner of both Pearse and Shaw Street has a unique circular glass door akin to something one might have seen in an old chemist or bank. There’s an impressive timepiece over the bar, but if a quiet pint is needed then avoid rush hour when it becomes overwrought with moneyed suits seeking lamb stew and pints of pissy Heineken in glasses as tall as their egos.

A false snug which was once for the ‘senior accounts clerk’ can be enjoyed and a skylight offers a cure for the dark in one of the back rooms. Hooks aplenty await for overcoats. Many fascinating knick-knacks could keep one entertained while at sip. High up behind the bar one can spot a stuffed animal overlooking the goings on. O’Neill’s of Pearse Street is a wonderland - one of Dublin’s finest.

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