We dropped our bags and headed to the Small Bridge Pub,
named for the adjacent bridge running over the small stream that runs through town, under buildings and all! We had pints of Bulmer's, a highly recommended cider. The pub was great, but with the pool table in back it felt almost like a teen center. The place has stone walls and dark wood everything, fit with tiny wood tables and all. It's like a model of a fairytale cottage at Disneyland, but real. It's hard to accept that we're actually IN Ireland, not just some reproduction.
There's a shelf with empty jugs and a bust of JFK above a Guinness stained glass window by the main door!
For dinner we had fish & chips and Harp at Murphy's Pub (famous for being on postcards).
The fish part of this in Ireland is and entire battered and fried fish, head to tail, one piece. We've noticed that every drink you order has it's own brand-labeled pint glass-- Guinness, Bulmers, Harp, EVERYTHING. And they use white pepper here, which is great for a Hollindase, but not so much for dinner. Or we're just not used to it, whatever.
We then proceeded to Foxy John's, hardware store by day and pub by night. The hardware items line one side, the bar the other. It was still early and full of locals, so when we entered it went silent.
Then to Dick Mac's, nicknamed "the last pew," thanks to the church accross the street. Painted on the gate next to the pub is "Where's Dick Mac's? Accross from the church. Where's the church? Accross from Dick Mac's!"
The sidewalk is lined with Hollywood-type stars, with the names of celebrities who have stepped in for a pint. It used to be a leather shop by day, but now it's just a pub, though there are still tar-stained shoes and boxes lining one side of the building. Cool looking. The owner of the B&B said the place was full of chatty locals. We didn't get that.
Back at the Small Bridge Bar we had shots of Paddy and more pints of Guinness. If it's true the stuff is good for you, we're going to come home as one strong and healthy couple! A couple of guys pitching their new CD played some trad, we got stuck in a conversation about politics with an American with the same views as us. Ugh. So we headed back to Ashe's to rest up for the day ahead.
The Conor Pass spit us out right at our B&B, Ashe's. It was another sweet and lovely home for 2 nights, complete with a great view from our room.