Where the Circle Ends

I've always found it odd how life can spin you round and round it's washing machine and somehow throw you out just where you left off. I clearly remember the last day of my trip to Dublin three and a half years ago and the plate of fish and chips I had at the Hairy Lemon. Strange how names and places can fade away over time but so quickly come back to the front of your mind. Tonight it all came back in a second, and with a few pints and a few great friends the evening couldn't have been better. Thursday nights are not the liveliest but that didn't seem to matter. This fine establishment is located on the corner of Drury Street and Lower Stephen Street, in the vicinity of St. Stephens Green and Grafton Street. I'll admit the pints are not the cheapest in town, but you cant beat the great old school pub feel. Without a doubt we'll be back again. Cheers to those around the table the table tonight, and for more grand nights ahead.

Suggested reading: "Where the trees tell Bronx tales," from the Irish Times