The Stout Bar

I just want to bring everyone who is reading this to the attention of the Stout Bar in Rathmines, it used to be the Rathmines Inn across from St. Mary's College but bares no resemblance to it for the fact that it has been given the biggest face lift in the word.

My memory of the Rathmines Inn is a horrible old bar with rude bar staff and toothless customers that glare at your bird, the beer garden always had potential but was always banging for the simple reason that this was where they kept there bins. Just a run of the mill mouldy pub that I had no business being in.

Well, let me tell you, the place has been completely revamped. Redone inside visually and attitudely (if that is a word . . . . . I don't think it is but who cares it's my blog, get in outa that!).

Myself and Tara being as good as gold last Friday night, we stalled it in. Got in some serious Late Late action and looked up some pedo stuff on the internet. A nice night, we wanted to be fresh for the car-boot sale in the Shaw the next day.

Up we got, feeling good, looking good. Ready to take the day on and, as you all remember, Saturday was a scorcher. To put me in even better form, I started listened to this tune while I was drying my balls after the shower -

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7OvsVSWB4TI

I was ready to fill my belly with something, something amazing, something outrageously quality. Tara remembered seeing an amazing deal in the window of the newly opened Stout Bar.

'The Stout Bar, like the Rathmines Inn?'

'Yeah, but it's all new and done up.'

Let’s do it, I thought.

Blistering sunshine right up Leinster Rd., people out on their steps, chatting, drinking, there was even a full band outside one of these gafs, double bass and everything, playing away without a care in the world. The sun was just bringing out the best in everyone. This day was going to be ridiculously funky, I could tell. All I needed was a good feed and a gargle into me to really kick start that level of funkiness that I knew could be achievable if the right series of events acured.

In we strolled and the deal was exceeding expectations. The offer was a burger, chips, a side salad and a pint of your choice for a tenner . . . . . a fucking tenner and with that you get a free bet on the first scorer in the match. If you nail it you get a round of drinks. Get in!

Big massive plasma screens every where showing the build up to the Manchester Darby. Out into the smoking section which is a very different place to what I remembered when it was the Rathmines Inn. The place smelled great and there were televisions outside. We ordered our meal, ordered our pints and picked who we thought was going to score first, I picked Rooney and Tara picked Tevez.

The pints arrive and if you're gonna call your place the Stout Bar, you best believe I'm gonna order a pint of the black stuff and I will be very fucking critical. Sip, Sip, Sip, tasty as a moda fucka. Nailed it.

The food comes, the decider, the make or break moment arrives. With that price, I really didn't know which way it was going to go. As it lands in front of me, I start to feel a rush of optimisiam. The bite, tasty . . . . . . Chew . . . . . Go on you beauty, tasty fucking shit. Chips were chunky bastards as well with a side dip of pepper sauce. I love pepper sauce.

The staff were sound out of it too, the bar man was lightly humorous and friendly, while the waitress seemed cool with a strong knowledge of the menu. I will be going back there, I can assure you of that. It is perfect if you’re looking to watch a match, there are plasmas and projection screens everywhere. All y'all should defo check it out. Trust Me!