Jim Cashmans in Cork

Twas a grey grey day, I was inclined and feeling open, to a creamy drop. I was wearing my trusty dewalts not a scuff in sight. I was feeling strong like a rolled steel joint (RSJ). I had my trusty work friend with me when we happened upon this lovely little battle cruiser (BOOZER). After a Guinness we’re persuaded to have a creamy beamy (beamish). Scrumptious delightful some might say the air was palpable. We necked a few staring at the walls which are nice and talking to the legendary bar man himself. He is a legend. Roy Keane brother often goes to this little joint. At this point I was spinning my work mate was straight on my case he said “ you’ve had a few” I said YOUVE HAD A FEW YOURSELF. We parted ways I’ve never seen him since. I do miss that viscous little man from time to time. Here’s to a great bar.

Proper Irish Pub with plenty of Art inside. Where people still talk to eachother, instead of hanging down the heads to the phones.

This a typical Irish bar, a must

Always great. Do the simple things we'll.

Always crowded. Traditional Irish. Street seating is gauche. Traditional music on weekends, get there early to get a seat.