The Brazen Head

Our third day in Ireland started with a lot of shopping. Glorious, delicious, European city shopping. We ate lunch in a little "cafeteria" and soon found our  first internet cafe (which wasn't an cafe, but that's alright) and caught up with some quick emails. We stopped in a McDonalds to discover they serve twisty fries and an unbreaded fish fillet! Weiiird! After a long day of random urban exploration we rested our asses at the oldest pub in Dublin, called the Brazen Head. It was established in 1198 and maintains the original building and cobblestones. We spent many hours here, first with our Beef & Guinness Stew complete with brown bread and magnificent butter...an Irish treasure. While we waited for our meal and downed many a Guinness, we read the walls that were covered in very old ads and flyers, as well as currency bills, mostly from the US, which displayed past visitor's names and locations, and the occasional "Go Insert-Team-Name-Here!" We realized a lot of locals dominated this mutli-roomed indoor/outdoor bar, and  had an interesting  night observing and chatting with these locals. After a great night here, we randomly ventured off around the abnormally safe, clean, bright, and lively city center, discovering old castles, cathedrals, and reminants of old city walls. A good time was had for all.