Welcome Inn

The former Dock Offices.

Ah, it's a sign of the times when the Tiger has turned his tail and seeks fodder further to the east, where labour is plenty and cheap and they're haven't learnt our complacency, our arrogance, greed and thirst for beer.

I had a pint or two in this hostelry when it's name was the slightly more embracing Dock Offices or The Harbourmaster Restaurant & Bar, whichever you prefer. Those times are gone. (And so is The Jetfoil).

Welcome now to the Feck Off, favoured watering hole to the jaded banker, dealer and hedge fund weaver, deep in the heart of the IFSC where the Red Luas goes, and The Big Bow Wow is just round the corner. A name in keeping with the times, The Noughties, The Turn, The Soft Landing, The Crash.

Welcome to the Feck Off.