Ahh, the Porterhouse

On Friday, J rang me and asked if I wanted to go to dinner with her sister's in-laws since they were back in town and insisting on taking the three of us to dinner. John was out drinking with his coworkers because he had a tough week and I wanted to go out drinking so I suggested the Porterhouse. So, the Porterhouse it was.

I arrived there earlier than the others to get a table. Unfortunately, there weren't any tables so I managed to get three stools by the bar. I ended up sitting next to a lady from Canada who was there on her own also. She was in Dublin for the weekend because she was studying biology in various places in Europe. We chatted a bit and I gave her suggestions about what to do while she was in town. Finally, J and the in-laws arrive and we happened to get a table. Well, sort of stole a table from some guys who kept leaving for 30 minutes or more to go have cigarettes but didn't leave drinks or the universal sign of a coaster over the beer to reserve the table. They did leave their coats. We moved them.

So, we had our dinner and were chatting. About 9:30 John finally arrived from drinking with his coworkers. As soon as he arrived, the others got up and left! The in-laws were basically falling asleep and looked ready for bed about 8:00! Oh well.

On Sunday, J send me a text message asking if we fancied an afternoon pint at the Local. Of course we did and made it dinner too. We sat and drank for a while until J decided it was time for her to go home. Well, really to our place to book a cruise for herself and her boyfriend and then go home.

On her way home, she got distracted by live music at O'Sullivans. She phoned us and of course we went over. The musician had a guitar plugged into an amp and played audience requests. It was a lot of fun. The music was in a tiny area up in the front of the pub. There is a huge area downstairs that is pretty nice. I think we will definately go back since the guy plays every Thursday, Friday and Saturday. There was also a nice local feel to it since some of the regulars knew the bartenders' names and vice versa. That is probably pretty rare in city centre. One of the bartenders recognizes J and myself, though, at the Porterhouse.