Sunday starts with more Irish Breakfast at O’Shea’s Merchant, for me. Barbara and John have deviated from the heavily meat dominated meals in the morning, but that’s ok, they show a lack of commitment to clogging their arteries.
Heading down the street to the Guinness Storehouse takes you through some industrial streets that feel like pedestrians don’t belong, eventually leading to the big black gates of the Guinness facility. Funky smoke stacks on a funky roundular building. Not sure if roundular is a word or not, but it’s a running gag between me and my brother.
So here we are, finally…but there’s still more walking to do. That’s been the ongoing theme of this trip. Walk, walk, and more walking. We need to work off all those sausages and bacon!
Now it’s time for the usual touristy shots of the Storehouse. I’m not a very good tourist. These cliche money traps kinda bore me, but this one ends with a pint at the top of the Gravity Bar with a panoramic view of Dublin. So there’s that.There’s an exhibit of old Guinness advertising. Apparently they’re knownm for their quirky approach to marketing.
More of that weird marketing stuff.
The Gravity Bar’s view of Dublin. People were packed in here like sardines, and this was my opportunity to get to the window. Speaking of fish, by the end of 2017, Guinness will no long contain traces of fish bladders… thanks Vegans!The Barbara pounds a pint with me over Dublin.
Overall a perfectly fine tour that made me want to drink properly in a pub closer to our flat. But that will have to wait for the next installment.