Melanie Finn: 'I reluctantly gave up my Coppers gold card on my wedding day'
It was with no small amount of regret that when I got married, my gold card to Coppers was the first thing to go.
Having attended some of the most outrageously glitzy celebrity parties at the height of the boom, the Harcourt Street hotspot has always held a certain place in my heart.
It’s the sheer down-to-earth nature of the club that has seen it endure for 20 of the toughest years in Ireland’s economic history when so many other venues have failed. Nobody’s there to show off their latest designer handbag or look like one of the elegant ‘Sex and the City’ girls sipping cocktails.
The music is so loud, it’s certainly not a venue for making any meaningful connections. It’s more about seeing how many Jager bombs you can consume without falling over while trying to set your mate up with the cute garda you spotted on the way in.
The fact that it’s one giant pick-up spot is key to its appeal – with no shortage of weddings resulting from a meeting of minds by the ‘shifting wall’ in Coppers (it’s by the ladies loos).
I’m not alone in my fondness for the GAA hotspot, either. Dubliners and culchies alike have always been united on one thing – you always have a great night out in Coppers.
Even if you can’t remember it the next day.
The legendary stamp on your hand and the blinding hangover were usually proof enough that you gave it socks. Let’s face it – who hasn’t just popped out “for one drink” after work and ended up air-guitaring on the dance-floor at 2am on a school night?
Its popularity speaks for itself – one year it raked in €217,000 from the cloakroom alone.
Long may it continue.