Somewhere between a speakeasy and gentlemen’s club, 37 Dawson Street is where the worlds of hipsterdom and landed gentry collide. Which sounds like actual hell. But it’s not; in fact it’s heavenly.
The cocktails are sublime, the seats are comfy, and the whiskey selection is second to none.
So order a cocktail, recline in a big leather armchair, and affect an air of someone who probably owns half of Kildare.
Do say: “Old-fashioned.”
Don’t say: “Wealth redistribution is ace.”
Here is a fun game. Go in to the Celtic Whiskey Shop and try to outwit them by asking for the rarest, most obscure whiskey you can think of.
You will lose this game because they'll have that whiskey. They will have it and you will feel defeated. The next thing you know you'll find yourself back outside, stunned, with that obscure rare whiskey in a nice bag and a receipt that will take a fierce amount of explaining on your behalf.
A word of warning: if you’re the competitive type, this game could get very expensive, very quickly.
Do say: “Single pot still.”
Don’t say: “Got any whiskey mate?”
Dingle Whiskey Bar
This cosy little place, which has walls made of whiskey barrels, is all low-lighting and timber with jazz playing softly in the background.
It makes you want to sit in a comfortable chair, whiskey in hand as you leisurely peruse the pages of a good book – something by Hemingway perhaps.
But don’t worry if you don’t have a book handy – the whiskey menu is five pages long and provides plenty of interesting characters, twists and turns, and a satisfying ending. (Spoiler alert: it’s whiskey)
Do say: “Water and ice on the side.”
Don’t say: “Lager please, mate.”
Mitchell & Son
Run by a family with a rich history of catering to discerning Dubs, Mitchell & Son is one of the select few places one can buy a bottle of 1984 Midleton Very Rare.
And of course, some fancy tumblers to enjoy it from; because the type of person who would drink a 1984 Midleton Very Rare from anything but the finest glassware is the same type of person who puts ketchup on their steak.
Or clap when their plane lands. Those guys are the worst.
Do say: “I’m looking for something older than myself.”
Don’t say: “I’ll just use a mug.”
57 The Headline
Historically frequented by the capital’s printers, which explains the walls covered with old newspapers, this place is a real whiskey-lover’s pub. (Literally. The proprietor has an enthusiasm for rare whiskeys that borders on the obsessive.)
Its location is less central than the other pubs on this list. However, that just means there are fewer tourists sporting bum-bags, which in the U.S. are called fanny-packs. Both terms are of course equally hilarious.
Do say: “What's the story?”
Don’t say: “Print media is dead.”
Current darling of Dublin’s whiskey aficionados, Teeling has just opened the city’s first new distillery in 125 years.
Located in the historic Liberties area, it features a visitor centre, café, shop, and tours of the distillery itself where you can sample their delectable wares.
If you like to take in a little art with your whiskey – and let’s face it, what kind of philistine doesn’t – there’s also a gallery space that hosts exhibitions by local artists.
Do say: “It’s good to be home.”
Don’t say: “Needs more peat.”