The Irish Mail on Sunday

Man’s quest for a solo sup of a pint of plain

- By Colin Bartley

EVEN though I’d waited months before the pubs, at least the outdoor versions, reopened, I’d decided to hold off for a few more days.

But by Wednesday my resolve started to crack. The ‘Leaving Cert weather’, the smell of fresh cut grass... pictureper­fect beer garden conditions. So I set out for just the one… I arrived at a well-known suburban bar 10 minutes later. I hadn’t bothered to book a slot online, but I was allowed ‘walk in’ last summer.

‘Evening, have you a table for one,’ I asked, a slight giddiness in my voice.

‘No, no we don’t today,’ I was told rather speedily, despite the fact several empty tables were visible.

Undeterred, I decided to head into Dublin city centre to Camden Street.

I spotted a bar with empty tables outside on the street; a two-seater, a four-seater and another table set up for a larger group.

A staff member approached, without a clipboard or pad. I politely asked for a table for one but was told they were all reserved for the evening.

Unbowed, I ventured to the venue next door, where a sandwich board explained there was more seating in the back.

‘Do you do walk-ins for one, please?’ I asked a staff member, who paused for a bit before confirming they too didn’t have a table. It was clear the pubs didn’t want to give a precious table to a man on his own when there was more money to be made from a group.

I ventured in the direction of Merrion Row and tried the first bar with seats outside. I stood, waiting to be seated, but no one came and after a couple of minutes I moved on.

It was the same story at the next pub.

So I got back on the Luas, legs sore and thirsty. But as the carriage approached Dundrum I remembered a pub that served food and takeway pints during lockdown.

When I got to the door of Uncle Tom’s Cabin I could see it was busy. I braced myself.

‘Any chance you’d have a table for one?’ I asked gingerly.

‘Sure’, came the response as I was guided upstairs to a raised beer garden resplenden­t in the evening sun. Hallelujah!

It was a long wait and trek too far for my liking, but the pint was beautiful.

 ??  ?? PLAIN TALKING: Colin with his favourite tipple
PLAIN TALKING: Colin with his favourite tipple

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