DURING THE PAST 12 years while living in Ireland, I have developed an eye, ear and nose for pubs. When in a pub, I can tell if it's located in Ireland, Germany or the States. One reason for the existence of high-quality Irish pubs is they seem to enjoy laws unto themselves. No matter what the law about closing time, age of customers or fire standards for total occupancy, it seems to me that many high-spirited Irish pubs get their atmosphere from two fingers to the State. Sure, they will make the smokers stand outside but the publicans decide when to turn off their lights inside. This is especially true in the case of country pubs located in townlands lacking garda stations. The courtesy extends to all the roads leading to and from the country pub. You won't find a garda control point on those winding roads although you will probably pass a winding car making its way home with a wel-tanked pub regular inside. Sure, you need this kind of institutional protection to ensure Irish pubs reign supreme above other countries who dare use the word "pub" as a label for a watering hole.
Brenda Power writes, "Admired and envied across the globe for our booze-fuelled bonhomie, nobody wants to let the side down. Buying drink and being great craic is what we do best, and there is an obligation on us to do it with extra brio when our national saint's day rolls around."
Brenda Power -- "Would sobriety sap out national spirit?" in
The Sunday Times, March 19, 2006.
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