The bar at the Cill Airne exudes a clubby, old-school ambience. Maybe that's a reflection of all the suits who call in for a post-work drink or perhaps it speaks to the Irish pub-goer's instinctive assumption that varnished wood and the absence of a TV blaring Sky Sports are signs of immense poshness. Either way, we were mildly smitten.
Frankly, the prospect of an extended trip to the loo – on a BOAT! – filled Barfly with existential dread. Actually you'd hardly know you were bobbing up and down on the Liffey.
Loads of lounge staff, only too happy to enquire if you'd like another drink or something to eat (the fries, incidentally, are enormous to the point where it's mildly terrifying).
Not the smartest selection in the world. You can enjoy a Budvar but mostly it's the same old same old. What? You expected interesting views AND a dazzling selection of brews? Come on!