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Top boozer is Vaughan the money

Vaughan's bar
Vaughan's bar

Vaughan’s, Terenure, Co. Dublin

IT had been over a decade since our last visit to Terenure and after just half an hour’s drive, we reached our destination. We couldn’t believe our luck when we managed to find a parking spot directly opposite Vaughan’s pub in Terenure. It’s as if it had been reserved just for the pub-mobile.

This pub is very famous and for our troops who weren’t sure why, the Old Commando was quick to fill them in.

“This pub was the birthplace of Mary Jane Murray, James Joyce’s mother,” the Old Commando informed us. “You’re going to be sampling a piece of history here today lads,” he added, as he showed them the commemorative plaque on the exterior wall.

The Young Commando was feeling peckish so we began drinking without him as he went to sample some chicken wings in the local Eddie Rocket’s diner.

Our Old Commando, on the other hand, only had one thing in mind and that was a creamy pint.

We entered via the bar and made our way to the counter, but after a few moments hanging around, we moved to the next section to locate the bar staff. Vaughan’s pub is quite large and we were surprised that the barman seemed to be working alone, although we soon realised he was well able to handle the pressure.

Vaughan’s was enjoying a busy trade when we called, but the barman was very professional and even had time for a quick chat and a joke. We placed our order and the Old Commando even sprung for it, which made a nice change!

The pints of plain set him back €4.50, a Beamish was just 3.80, but a soft drink for our designated driver was pricey at €2.80. The barman, who we guessed was in his 60s, kept on the move, but he always shared a word as he was passing and the locals seemed to have a good rapport with him.

What struck us immediately in Vaughan’s pub was a distinct lack of Dublin accents.

“There’s nothing but culchies in here,” one of our troops said. “Even the barman sounds like one.”

Every second person seemed to be speaking with what the Old Commando reckoned was a Tipperary accent.

Our Young Commando eventually joined us and he opted for a large bottle of cider, which he paid €5.60 for. We sent him off to carry out an inspection of the pub and when he returned he was very impressed by what he had seen.

“There are at least four floors in this place. I think the top section is for food though. If I’d have known that I would have came here with ye in the first place!” he said.

The timber floors are badly scratched in certain areas, but all the seating throughout the pub is in good condition and is plentiful.

The Old Commando struck up a friendship with an elderly gentleman sitting at the bar and they talked about everything from hurling to horse racing.

“That lad must have some stomach,” the Young Commando said regarding the customer.

“Not only is he listening to that auld eejit, he’s also drinking pints of stout from a Budweiser glass. Jaysus lads, sure that couldn’t be too tasty,” he added.

Pub Spy gave the loos a quick look and they were okay, but we were expecting better. There are two cubicles and five urinals, but the heated towel rack is rusted and should be replaced.

We had a really good time and we’d love to come back again sometime. Vaughan’s has plenty to offer with affordable porter, friendly bar staff and in general is it’s a well-run establishment.

 

**** Four-pint rating