For those of you unfamiliar with Dublins fair city I shall first provide some backround information. Campden street runs parrallel to Harcourt street(sort of) and has four to five other names between between Georges street and the Canal. It also has a pub more or less every five yards(including such institutions as The Swan(wonderful), The Cornerstone(new name, new prices, same shithole), Anseo(lovely people), Whelans(there’s a review around here somewhere-nightmare), Flanneries(Shirts, Brogues and Buckfast) and The Portobello(sunny day, nowhere better) and I know I’ve still left out someones favourite).
The shear number of pubs has spawned the mythical pub crawl that is known only as the ‘Campden Crawl’. The Campden Crawl would kill most sane men, it is not the Mt. Everest of binge drinking-it is the ladder on top of Mt Everest of Binge Drinking!
Traditionally, you go to a pub have a pint and move on to the next one. Several thousand brain cells later you wake up at Bóbós and realise you’re only halfway there. It can take days, but eventually, the brave can be seen casually tossing their internal organs into the canal(orally) because with such determination-who needs a liver?
My variation, is simple. Instead of having a pint, you have a shot. Instead of crawling, you sprint. Instead of spewing in the canal-you spew everywhere!!
