Come Here To Me!

A local pub for a local club, Glenville F.C

This is Saint Patrick’s Athletic territory. Anyone who follows the League around here tends to head for Inchicore, and the closest club. Even Rovers arriving in West Dublin didn’t impact on our support here in any real way.

Imagine my surprise then the first time I spotted a Bohs scarf behind the bar in the local.

Well, half a Bohs scarf. It’s half them, half Glenville. They’re the local F.C, and the scarf remembers an FAI Cup tie that nobody associated with them will likely ever forget. It didn’t end in glory, but just getting there was a great day for the community. Fittingly enough, it was played in Richmond Park.

“Someone should bring in a Pats scarf for the wall…..” starts the conversation. The election follows. You overhear others having very similar discussions. Paddy Power is right next door and it’s not horses they’re all watching this week, but gombeens and hopefuls, ‘also rans’ and likely bets.

It’s quiet enough. It’s a Sunday night granted, but I’ve been here on Sunday nights before. Barcelona and Bilbao is coming to an end on the television, a couple of punters half following the encounter.

The downstairs of the Silver Granite has a great little snug, but like the best of them it’s frequently full and can fill up early. We take up two seats just inside the door, and order a pint. The pint here has always been excellent. One becomes four. Four almost becomes five. Best leave it at one if anyone asks….

It’s a shame I don’t visit this place more, it is afterall ‘the local’. Spending most of my free time in the city centre, it’s just a matter of location. My location more than the pubs.

With that one, magically refilling pint out of the way, we’re off. There’s all the normal nods and quick chats that come with a visit to the local. It might not have the Korean pop music of The Hop House, where I more frequently head for, but it is on my doorstep.

Clean, nice barstaff, a very good pint. Like most locals, it’s grand.