Jack Forde's The Shandon Arm's in Cork

Finally, a real Irish pub, off the beaten path, stumbled upon by chance. The Guinness was the best and cheapest of all the ones I've tried after five in Dublin and Cork. It's a shame you can't eat there, otherwise we would have stayed all night.

After getting a bit lost on the way out of the island in central Cork, wandering through the narrow streets, you find this completely authentic little pub. No colorful lights. Drinks are cheaper than usual in the area and well served. Pints of beer are less than €5.

A Night at The Shandon Arms In Cork by the Lee where the old bells chime, We wandered for pints and a grand old time. At Jack Forde’s pub, the locals cheer, And that’s where we ended, our nightcap’s here. Behind the bar stood Tommy, sound as a bell. Pouring the pints and spinning a tale. He grinned as he whispered, “Now don’t be silly, Ever tried a sweet called a Pennie Jelly?” We laughed ‘til the stools near shook with delight. Then Ryan walked in with a wink so bright. “Think you know stout?” said he with a grin, “Beamish, Murphy’s, Guinness, bet you can’t win!” Bill puffed his chest, said, “I’ll ace this test!” But Cork had a trick, and you know the rest. He guessed them all wrong. What a sorry sight. And bought every half-pint to make it right! We clinked our glasses. The craic was strong. Ryan and Nellie joined right along. Stories of Moher and the Wild Atlantic Way, And pubs where the fiddles and bodhráns play. Ryan gave tips in a voice so clear, “The Long Hall in Dublin, don’t miss it, dear! And the Butter Museum, sweet shops as well, Linehan’s treats will cast their spell.” So here’s our advice, if you roam this land, Seek The Shandon Arms, where the locals stand. And take the stout challenge, lose without fear. For when you do, buy the lads a beer! Sláinte!

First time in there last week . Won't be my last .