The Ivy

It has changed little from its previous incarnation, merely adding some blue drapes and turning some seats.
I came in after a gig last night to have one for the road, and with 2 shorts with mixer coming in at € 19.40 that road ought to have been an all inclusive trip to Route 66. There was only 1 barman on duty who did his best but was utterly swamped, meaning an almost 20 minute wait for service. I accept that normal Tuesdays are quiet, but any manager with an ounce of sense would know to check what’s on in the large gig venue 8 doors down and plan accordingly.
It was also full of lilies. I like lilies, that’s the best I can say for the place.

Sunk into a plush, deep blue velvet high stools on a busy Saturday afternoon outside, watching life zip by is a lovely, content feeling. Whomever is in control of the play list, well done. The music fits the vipe.
The décor is a clash of deep ocean blues with bright smashes of gold framing important historical moments in Irish life. Most notably the rising.
The décor creates a personal, time to forget about the world outside atmosphere. I don’t see a TV, and I’m happy about that. This is a place to find, stay and chat with friends. I will be bringing my partner and friend’s next time.
The tap options are mainstream. Franciscan Well is a welcome addition. The rebel red is well worth a try.
The ivy is a fitting replacement to Thomas Reid’s.