‘Kielys of Donnybrook could be lost forever. Or, worse, turned into a hipster café’
Surely Ross can come up with a plan to save a little bit of southside heritage
Mary puts a stick of Heinemite on the bor for me and I end up having a bit of a moment. I’m wondering how many more times I’ll get to order a pint in Kielys of Donnybrook Town. If they’re serious about being out of here in six months time, it could be in the low thousands.
“It’s funny,” I go, “I always thought I’d grow old in this pub.”