The Guinness Storehouse

While going through my external hard drive the other day, I realised I’d not typed up a few adventures from my trip to Ireland last October, so let’s pick up with our trip to the Guinness Storehouse. 

I’m not a big drinker at all but I do like Guinness and it’s probably Tom’s favourite alcoholic tipple, so the Guinness Storehouse was a must when we went to Ireland. 

Guinness is still brewed at St. James’ Gate, which Arthur Guinness signed a 9,000 year lease on back in 1759 for £45. That’s what you call vision (and a good deal) isn’t it?

I can’t help but wonder whether or not it will see it to the end of it’s 9,000 year lease because that’s a hell of a long time. 

Everyone's Irish on March 17th

The tour was pretty interesting, though I will say it’s not the best brewery tour I’ve been on. It is the second best though.

When I worked in a bar a few years ago, we went to the Banks’ brewery and you actually got to walk around the brewery itself and see the beer being brewed but to be fair to Guinness that would probably be hugely impractical for them. 

As well as reading about how it’s made, you got to see the old adverts and advertising posters. The one I found most interesting was a campaign run in the 1920s which said ‘Guinness is good for you’, because market research told them that people felt better after a pint of the black stuff.

Can you imagine seeing an advertising campaign today which said an alcoholic drink was good for you? It kind of reminds me of my Grandad who once told my Dad that smoking was good for you because it makes you cough and that clears his lungs…let’s just ignore the reason that you need to clear your lungs is because of smoking shall we?  

Guinness taps

Mini Guinness tasting glass

One of the best parts of the tour for me was the Guinness tasting class. We were given adorable little Guinness glasses and the taster told us about how you would taste different things in different parts of your mouth. Somehow I managed to do that wrong because she told us we would be able to taste sweetness at the front of our mouths and I didn’t get that. 

The final, and my favourite, part of the tour was The Gravity Bar. 

Here you’re entitled to your free pint of Guinness and you get to drink it while taking in panoramic views of Dublin and out across the beautiful Wicklow mountains. 

Unfortunately it was incredibly busy up there, even in the middle of the week, and the place seems far too small considering this is where people will really take their time and won’t be in a hurry to move on, so we couldn’t find anywhere to sit. 

That being said, the views more than made up for it and it was only when we were up there, that we realised how far we had walked because we spotted the Aviva Stadium, which we’d visited in the morning, and it looked so far away.

I’ll try to post about our tour around the Aviva Stadium next week. It seems very apt with the Six Nations going on at the moment.  

I can also confirm that it’s true that Guinness tastes better in Ireland. 

Do you like Guinness? 

 

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It took me a while to write some kind of blog post about Bewley’s coffee shop that made sense because I love it so, so much. 

Nevermind Starbucks or Costa Coffee, Bewley’s is where it’s at. 

Before we went away my Mum and Nan raved about a coffee shop called Bewley’s on Grafton Street so we decided we had to check it out. 

Our motives were mostly to send them pictures and make them feel bad (so kind) but I fell in love and now I miss it! 

The shop was a bit of a TARDIS. From the outside it seemed quite small but when we got inside there were about four floors and the bottom level just seems to keep going back for miles. 


When we did finally get to the back, we discovered huge beautiful stained glass windows. I did consider moving the plant for a better photo, but I wasn’t sure how much the family sat next to us would appreciate me rearranging the cafe while they ate.  

Tom and I went to Bewley’s three times and enjoyed it every time. After much testing, I decided that my favourite things on their menu were their lattes and their drool-worthy berry scones. 

No other scone will ever be good enough for me now. They were fluffy and juicy and I’m going to have to stop talking about them before I drool all over my trusty laptop. 

To me, this place was a perfect example of a place to sit down and watch the world go by, while stuffing your face with cake. Always eat cake when watching the world go by, it’s the rules. 

As well as being a ridiculously delicious coffee shop, Bewley’s have their own brand of coffee which you can buy to take away. We decided that after taunting my Mum and Nan, we should take them some coffee back. 

That created another problem though. 

  • I can’t stop drinking this stuff
  • My Nan keeps offering it to guests (no, they can have the Nescafe)
  • My Mum and my Nan remembered how good it was. 

Unsurprisingly, we’re fast running out of this delicious stuff and you can’t get Bewley’s coffee easily in England. 

You can order it off the internet but what if I wake up on a Sunday with hankering for Bewley’s? I’ve decided the only solution is that we move to Dublin. I can deal with that. 




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I’ve got a little bit of a holiday hangover. We had a great time in Dublin and I wish we could go back, I always feel so at home in Ireland. 

I’m going to be doing a few posts about all the fun places we went to do and things we did, so here’s a quick post with a few shots from around the wonderful city of Dublin. 

It turns out I do not like Irish coffee. I’m not a whiskey fan to begin with but I hoped that in coffee I might be able to drink it, but nope.  

This is perhaps the best ever name for a pub – The Oliver St. John Gogarty. 


I had cheesecake and Snicker’s flavoured ice cream. It was so delicious and creamy. If you ever go to Dublin, please do try Gino’s ice cream. It almost looks too good to eat but once you’ve started eating it, you can’t stop. 

A statue of Robert Emmet, an Irish nationalist leader, in St. Stephen’s Green park. I also like to think, this is the first example of the ‘come at me bro’ expression. 


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