Zehr Cold! - Welcome Inn

Thursday evenings are late shopping nights in Dublin. I haven't ventured out on a thursday evening shop in many a season and this was an ideal evening not to do it. It was raining with coldness. Every step towards the city was like a bucket of ice down my jocks. I soon discovered most smart Dubs were locked-up in their dusty snug gaffs. The shopping malls were chilly and not fully. There was a luke-warm moment floating through a department store of beds. I lay on one for 5, 10 maybe 20 minutes and drifted away in the delicious duvet. Security were not impressed and directed me to my trousers and shoes and the nearest exit. That didn't really happen but in a sprawling room of beds the mind can play tricks on you. I headed home soon after and quickly visited my favourite place - the library. The smell and sight of books feels great. Half-way home there was light at the end of the tunnel. The Welcome Inn on Parnell Street. It lifts you off the street like a giant warm hand. Inside it's dimly lit but bright minds buzz a the bar. The quietness is soothing and the cold beer is warming. It consists of one large room like a living-room. The carpet is crap and comfy. The wallpaper is velvet and groovy. The small broken window panes are replaced with beer mats. The roof of the mens toilets is shot with wet toilet-paper. It's a sleepy place. I didn't have a Guinness. Guinness is creamy and sharp and thick - like soup. These 3 had the right idea.