Dublin Pub, The

  

01-10-2014

Avoid this place until the crazy lady in charge of entertainment either retires or dies. If you like a snarky, unhinged woman making bad dick jokes about your guitarist, regardless of his gear, attitude, or volume level, then having sound overseen by this same person, thus creating a self-fulfilling prophecy that your guitarist will be forced to turn up to be heard, then by all means, play here.

Above statement retracted if you're The Boys Next Door, or whatever the hell their favorite lame-o cover band is called.