Don't you just hate those bogus Irish pubs with their plastic shamrocks and little green flags still left over from the last St. Guinness day? Same here, which is why we decided to leave them out and instead turn your attention to The Fiddlers Elbow. This pub is an emerald isle in a sea of turquoise, marred only by an over zealous bouncer on the door. You can tell by the way that it's packed with authentic Irish folk that they serve a proper pint of that famous Irish stout that can all too often come out looking like a pint of coca–cola and tasting like an Irish stew. What's the craic? Don't bother asking cos everyone here is too busy enjoying themselves to care about daft clichés like that.