“This Is The One Place That Never Lets Me Down For Drinks In Dublin”

We probably all remember the very first bar we went into where we didn’t feel like a kid sneaking in past the bouncers in high heeled boots and too much eyeliner, but like an actual - dare I say - “sophisticated” person who doesn’t drink to get drunk.

That’s how I felt the first time I stalked up the stairs to Fade Street’s nicest bar and found myself in a dreamy Georgian sitting room complete with a fairy-lit wooden terrace covered by a circus tent.

Yep, this real-life Narnia through the wardrobe bar that I love so much is of course No Name Bar (or The Bar With No Name, or Secret Bar, or even Snail Bar if your mates named it after the wooden snail marking the entrance.)