Dublin's almost-newest hotel; and this writeup doesn't reference its current instance at all.
I visited this premises a number of times when it was Howl At The Moon, a rambling fleshpit of a nightclub, flagship and origin of the once stock market listed Capital Bars group; one notable occasion being the dregs of my then-employers 25th birthday party, where the theme was 1987 fancy dress. I'm not quite sure what the cloakroom thought of me checking in a (era inappropriate, but looked the part) Dell 320N laptop in while dressed as Gordon Gekko, though.
Dublin could do with a place like this - Coppers doesn't count - again I think; but I also suspect its era has completely passed.
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