402) The South Strand - J.D. Wetherspoon of Hanover Quay, Grand Canal Dock, D2

Another Wetherspoon, alas, but we’re making a gesture towards comprehensiveness, and this encroaching phenomenon from across the Brexit channel is not likely to go away anytime soon. Three euros and ninety-five cents for a delicious Beamish - yaay! We came on a dull day, hence the views of the Grand Canal Dock were not of the best - but one must imagine it on a radiant summer’s afternoon, when one could sit out and lap up the radiance and the proximity to the centres of power and wealth that earn this area the nickname ‘Silicon Dock’. The window views are nearly 360 degrees, quasi-panoramic.

Service, like every Wetherspoons we have visited, is a bit sullen, to put it politely. To put it less so, service is as putrid as pig shit. A problematic App is Wetherspoon’s preferred way to take orders which allows them to keep employee numbers to a minimum. Most of the staff hate to see you approaching the bar to order a drink. These disinterested, unenthusiastic, dozy dullards greet you with a scowl and proceed to move extra slow just to piss you off.

“Service with bile.”

Across the Dock sits Boland’s Mill - a bit of history to contemplate. It’s also very near the celebrated Bord Gais Energy Theatre. Andy remarked that the Beamish was ‘bussing!’, and it was indeed excellent, as well it would be, having been poured solidly since 10am or whenever. Judge yourself of the quality by the quantity of the surrounding paunches, stuffed with foul pizzas. ‘Thatcher Blood Orange’ was seen to be on sale. The people at the seat next to us were heard to complain of how bad/horrible it is. Nearby we saw a man struggling to finish his foul pizza. At the counter a barman struggled to squeeze out two pints. It’s a struggle overall, all told.

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