Lloyds is almost triangular in shape, situated as it is on the junction of Amiens Street and Foley Street, where they meet at an acute angle. This proved very useful on the bakingly hot day I visited, as doors on both long sides, and the snubbed off "point" of the triangle, were opened to generate a crossdraught.
A traditional city centre local with all you'd expect from those. There's relatively cheap drink and friendly staff, and not much else in the way of facilities - or pretentions either.
I dropped in on a match day, when the pub was liable to be busy - but as its just that little bit further from Croke Park, people had started to filter away towards the stadium; leaving mainly locals and a few without tickets to watch the game in the stadium.
I don't write as much about the people I see or meet in the pubs as other pub bloggers do - I'm rarely as good a story teller as required to do so. But the sight to behold here was sufficiently memorable to recount.
Tyrone were playing an U20 match that afternoon. They lost - but that would likely be only the second worst thing to happen to the poor Tyroneman who was in Lloyds. A white GAA jersey and grey tracksuit bottoms do not provide much cover to the staining caused by someone having tipped a pint or a darker coloured beer over you (elsewhere, I must add!). It may only have been the third worst thing if he thought the match was on in Croke Park - it was in Tullamore.
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