It comes as no surpise that Dublin has a rolicking social scene. We haven’t had much of a chance yet to get out to appreciate it, but a few forays have confimred hopes. Truisms:
- Centre spots are busy, busy, busy. We are stationed across the street from ‘the Pale’. A fine two storey pub. When there’s live music, the place is packed and spills out onto the road.
- The food around town is expensive. But, its also delicious. I haven’t had a single bit of food that hasn’t struck the chord of gastonomic note.
- It’s a mixed scene. All ages and ethnicities seem to be in and around.
- Treating is a right dangerous thing. In my research on liquor legislation in the late nineteenth century, there was an apparent attempt to tackle this threat to national sobriety. Not that its not customary back in Canada, but its certainly de rigeur here and this leads to significant consumption, all in the name of honour and ettiquite.
- There are places to socialize everywhere. Right now, as we search for a place to live and trundle about to different locales, the presence of pubs (and cafes, and eating establishments of all kinds) far surpasses anything that I am used to.
- Zaytoon’s remains a prenial favourite. The kebabs from this Persian place are far too yummy. At 8 euro a piece they aren’t cheap, but they are far and away the finest I have ever tasted. I partook of them a couple times when I was over for the interview and last night before the game they hit the spot with amazing percision.
All of this speaks to why I find myself in a bit of a geospatial quandary. If I were to locate out in the Cubes at Sandyford, I’d be pretty far removed from this sort of social life, but that isn’t to say you can’t go elsewhere and hop on the LUAS to come home. The decision awaits.