The Middle Shop

Just what Dublin needs - another pub with a deceptively simple name like The Middle Shop. I've lost count of how many "authentic" Irish drinking establishments I've been dragged to, each promising that mythical perfect pint of Guinness and "genuine craic." And yet, here I am, reluctantly admitting that this unassuming spot might actually be worth your time.

Let's address the elephant in the room - The Middle Shop in Dublin isn't trying to reinvent the wheel. It's not serving deconstructed shepherd's pie or artisanal whiskey flights with elaborate tasting notes. Instead, it's doing something far more remarkable: getting the basics right without making a fuss about it.

The first thing that caught my attention (besides the surprisingly clean glasses - yes, I'm looking at you, every other pub within a five-mile radius) was the complete absence of trying too hard. No shamrock-festooned everything, no "Kiss Me I'm Irish" merchandise corner, just a proper Dublin pub that feels like it's been here since before anyone thought to start counting.

The Guinness? Well, I hate to feed the stereotype, but it's poured with the kind of care that makes you wonder if the staff have some sort of religious devotion to the black stuff. The perfect 119.5-second pour isn't treated as a performance here - it's just how things are done. And yes, I timed it, because I'm that kind of insufferable critic.

Speaking of staff, they've managed to achieve that elusive balance between attentive and not-hovering-like-a-helicopter-parent that so many establishments get wrong. The bartenders remember faces and drinks without making it their personality trait, which in today's "everyone's an influencer" world feels refreshingly genuine.

Live music here doesn't assault your eardrums with the thousandth rendition of "Whiskey in the Jar." Instead, you might catch some actually decent bands who understand that people still want to hold a conversation without screaming themselves hoarse. It's almost as if someone actually thought about the concept of ambient entertainment.

The bingo nights (yes, bingo - try to contain your excitement) are surprisingly entertaining, especially after a pint or two. They even throw in free sandwiches, which, while not exactly Michelin-star fare, hit that spot that only pub grub can reach. It's the kind of touch that makes you forgive the occasional grumpy manager who seems to have graduated from the Victor Meldrew School of Customer Service.

For those keeping score on modern conveniences, they take cards, support contactless payments, and haven't succumbed to the cash-only nostalgia that some Dublin pubs cling to like a security blanket. There's outdoor seating for those three days a year when Irish weather permits, and the sports screening setup actually allows you to see what's happening on the screen - a novelty in some establishments.

The price point is perhaps the most pleasant surprise at The Middle Shop. In a city where some venues seem to think charging tourist-trap prices is a badge of honor, drinks here won't require you to remortgage your home. It's almost suspicious how reasonable the prices are - I spent an embarrassing amount of time trying to figure out the catch.

Located in a part of Dublin that hasn't yet been completely gentrified into submission, The Middle Shop serves as a reminder that sometimes the best experiences aren't the ones with the biggest marketing budgets or the most Instagram followers. It's just a solid pub doing solid pub things, and doing them well enough to make even a cynical critic like me run out of complaints.

So fine, I'll say it: The Middle Shop in Dublin is worth your time. Go for the properly poured pints, stay for the bingo (I can't believe I just wrote that), and enjoy one of those increasingly rare Dublin pubs that hasn't forgotten what actually matters. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.