At 10:10 we departed the hostel with our tour guide David. Before starting, we stopped at a hotel to pick up more tourists. Waiting at the bar, a few men were drinking a Guinness. It wasn’t even 11AM… I love the Irish.
My roommate and I hunted for an iced coffee and tracked down Bewleys, where the scones looked too cute on the pastry stand to pass up. So I didn’t. With a cranberry scone and an “iced coffee” (more of a milkshake), I knew my diet would be jeopardized for the weekend.
Fueled up, we started the tour at the city hall. David explained to us the significance of the city hall and the 1916 Easter Rising. He was a great story teller though constantly threw in “ladies and gentlemen” and described events as “hil-ar-ious”. However, I enjoyed listening to the history of Dublin from a funny man in an Irish accent.
David then mentioned Jonathan Swift and his “Modest Proposal”. I can thank Xavier’s Jesuit education for having read this satire and feeling a “wee bit” smart while explaining to my friends about the masterpiece.
Afterwards, we walked through Temple Bar. Though there is a building called Temple Bar where foreigners (Americans) collaborate, the Temple Bar refers to the strip of land bought by Sir William Temple. What used to be an important trading port is now filled with museums, pubs, bars, and plenty of live music.
We walked by the Christ Church Cathedral and talked about the history of the Vikings before making our way to Trinity University. I had not known how significant the campus was until my friends started getting aroused. Ireland’s finest aristocrats are traditionally Trinity alums, despite several conflicts within the establishment during the seventeenth century. The university is one of the oldest in the world; with a library carrying scriptures older than the Dead Sea Scrolls. However, the library holds an €8 admission fee. Instead, we took our money to the tram en route to the Guinness Storehouse.
This bell-less clock tower will ring when a virgin crosses. How did my friend’s do?
A €13 entrance fee enables full access into the museum and a pint of the global bold beer. Before starting the self-guided tour, we shopped around for souvenirs where I engraved a few pints for me and my brother. Merry Christmas Matt.
After the monograms, the glowing cobalt signs familiarized us about the roast, yeast, hops, and barley required for a quality glass of Guinness. Seven floors contained life-size brewing machines and screened actors describing the life of Arthur Guinness. Near the end of the tour, we stopped at a tasting. The first tasting room was completely white, with four steaming cylinders giving off the aroma of the yeast, roast, malt and barley. The second room, a lady demonstrated the proper way to sample our Guinness. As she handed out samples she stopped at Liz, assuring she was of age (18). Baby face problems.
The Guinness Academy
After learning how to taste a Guinness, we learned how to “Pour the Perfect Pint”,
a time-honored 6-proccess step.
We took our Perfect Pint to the Gravity Bar. This glass-walled peak of the Storehouse includes a 360 degree view of Dublin, offering luxe seating to enjoy a Guinness.
First Real Pub Crawl
With an hour in between the Guinness Storehouse and the start of the pub crawl, we hurried to change and get ready for “The Greatest Pub Crawl in the World!”
Although we received a half pint of Guinness, shots of Bailey’s and tables for beer pong, I’m not sure if the pub crawl was much better than scoping out the bar scene ourselves. In that case, we decided to venture the Dublin night life on our own.
After grabbing a kebab, that is.
We went to the Fitzsimons and the Porterhouse, both playing lively music. Dublin is such a young city. Everyone is happy, friendly, and committed to the night.