O’Connor’s Famous Pub & The Warwick Nightclub
4 Feb
Last Saturday Paulo (a portuguese lad), Pat (his housemate) and I went to the other side of the river, to Salthill, a suburb of Galway city. The destination? O’Connor’s Famous Pub, a typical Irish pub which bills itself as the first singing pub in Ireland. The decoration is exquisite, to say the least, and includes old gaslights, farm implements, crockery, photos, weighing scales and a near life size statue of John Wayne. There was live music (as is customary there) and even a singalong comprising most of the pub took place. One thing I’ve noticed was the wide amplitude of ages inside the pub: there were people from my age (24) up until people in their 60s. That was kind of cool, seeing the oldsters downing pints, but I would have prefered more young people.
Lots of lamps and all possible kinds of crap hanging from the ceiling and walls.
Curious tidbit: the bar is cleaned only once or twice per year, and it takes a couple of days to clean it all (source: Pat).
After O’Connor’s we headed to The Warwick Nightclub, just a few meters down the road, despite signs of disapproval from Paulo. We went anyway both because it was nearby and also because Pat’s friends who were at O’Connor’s (including the band members) would go there as well.
Anyway, the nightclub is not bad per se. Quite the opposite, actually. The space is very pleasant, with a big dance floor, and an area with tables that manages to be both big and cozy, due to the fireplace. The real problem is that it was, to put it simply, almost empty. For a nightclub that size, there had to be at least 10 times more people there to be any fun. Oh well, the not-so-bad thing is that the drinks were not more expensive than in the pub (which seems to be standard here in Galway), so we just hanged around the fireplace drinking Guinness.
There was a funny episode though, just after we arrived. Apparently there was a hen party going on and we were invited to bite some sweets from a girl’s belly. Even though the girl was a bit huge, we didn’t want to be rude and did it anyway.
Bem Farinha,
O teu inglês é mesmo muito bom!
Parabéns!
Well, thanks a lot!
I think this whole story is just so you can say you licked some sweets from the belly of a “big” girl! :-p
Well, it was one of the most interesting parts of the night.
There was also the moose head (from the first picture, behind the band) moving left and right for a few seconds. Funny stuff!
E onde estão as gajas? LOOOL
precisas mesmo de cá vir!
They’re around, I just don’t know them…
And yeah, I really should go to Poland. Even if it’s just to bring a suitcase full of alcohol…