EIGHT EURO for a pint of SMITHWICKS
EIGHT EURO.
On a quiet Sunday afternoon.
There is no excuse for that, other than the owners of the building overpaying for the entire thing.
This used to be a guesthouse with an Italian restaurant on the ground floor; the restaurant I went on the first date with my now partner of 14 years in; but I won't be having an anniversary dinner here while it remains so incredibly expensive.
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