The Pheasant in Drogheda

08/04/2026: It was one of those proper stormy November nights in Drogheda. Wind howling, rain coming at you sideways — the kind that soaks you no matter how you try to dodge it. My commuter train from Dublin was late (of course), and I was standing there at the station getting absolutely drenched, dreaming of somewhere warm, dry… and a decent pint of Guinness. The Railway Tavern was on my way, and at around 23:20 — dangerously close to last orders — it felt less like a choice and more like survival instinct. I walked in, leaving a respectable wet trail behind me on what looked like a freshly mopped floor (sorry about that). Jenny was behind the bar. I asked for a pint of Guinness. She took one look at me — water still dripping off — and said, “A quick pint.” Fair enough. I said no problem, finished it in about two heroic sips, and went straight back up for another — slightly less life-or-death this time. Since that night, I’ve been a regular. It’s a lovely pub: great service, great atmosphere, live music, and most importantly — great people. And on a night like that, it felt less like a pub and more like a rescue operation.

08/04/2026: Lovely cosy little pub. Dog friendly with open fire in the winter. Good pint of Guinness too.