Kennedy’s

A local pub for local people, Kennedy’s will often shut its doors to the approaching hordes after a match in Tolka Park, passing up all that custom for the sake of its regulars. How often have you said in a pub, «we’ve got to get out of here, I can’t hear myself think!». You won’t have that problem here, you can ponder until you smell the wood burning. I’m saying that it’s quiet. And that you are assured of a seat. This is in the lounge, mind you. Next door in the bar, aul’ fellas live it large, but it’s really a lady-​free zone.