THE BIRD FLANAGAN

The Bird is a big old barn of a pub in Rialto. The barman sells us raffle tickets with our pints. What’s it in aid of, we ask? He looks back blankly. “Draw is at half ten,” he replies. Fair enough. It doesn’t get much more Dublin than this.

“This is the kind of place I like,” says Aidan, cradling his pint. “Local bar, you know?” Read the rest of this entry »