OâDeas up the road from Fawlâs was one (I think you may have mentioned that). A few decent ones around Market area back in the day (Paddy Quinnâs springs to mind). Itâs 11 years since we left there though, and bar one stag since, Iâve never had pints there since then.
God be with the days when it was a men only pub. It opened 2-4, 5-7 and 8-10. Owl Tom and the missus wouldnât serve you if you arrived in too late or were three sheets to the wind. Chuck, Powery and myself were regulars. Murphys was the pint here, washed down with a whiskey mac. The Roanmore fellas would come in and make apes of themselves and the missus would refuse to serve them to our general hilarity. At ten, for it closed religiously at 10, we three would make our way across the road to Donie McLoughlins (now Tullys). The fear an tĂ would be looking out the window and when weâd stagger over from Tom Maherâs heâd say you are only coming over here because he threw you out. To which we d say yes Donie, three bottles of barley wine and off weâd go again.