impatient, obnoxious, petty, argumentative, and obsessed over meaningless details
Lets face it, harcourt st at night may aswell be called Copper Face Jacks St. The night club itself is apparently becoming popular and “the fake tan is rubbing off on the farmers tan to create a muddy, bloody blend of sleaze and public order offences”.
Mary C. from dublin writes: writes:
If you’re a girl, expect to be harassed constantly by tactless, slobbering, white-guy dancing drunk idiots. This is the only place I’ve ever been hit on while sitting on my boyfriend’s lap, so don’t think you’re ever safe here.
A tourist observation:
Oh my lord. This place….
Monday night–bumping with nurses, Gardas and seemingly hundred of others that needed to binge drink til nearly 3 in the morning.
Drinks and smokes were flowing. Glasses were consistently shattering. The clothes were minimal, particularly on the girl who’s bum fell out of her dress at last call. Sweating is inevitable as you dance away the evening, and in my case, all of the next day.
The smoker’s patio was heaving with people. We placed ourselves in the tiny room on the way to the patio and danced the night away.
it is certainly a site worth seeing if you are looking for a wild night out.
Please note: I am writing this review as a tourist, so, keep that in mind.
While walking along that street on my way home I asked a Garda if he had anything better to be doing than directing traffic around his mates. He said “no, do you have anything better to be doing than asking me?”, I said “no”.
Last night the garda car was parked blocking the last Luas into town at around midnight. You would think they might have learned from this mistake.
When I did get onto the Luas some girls in short skirts and not much else were heading to Dundrum. One of them sat on the floor and her friend said “we can see your gee …”, the girl stood up and her friend said “fun times”.
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