Friday 20 February 2015

Bringing The Kids to the Pub

IF YOU ARE Irish, this question won’t seem so odd to you.  But, can you remember being brought to the pub as a child?

Even typing that out seems so incorrect.  Who on earth, in this day and age, takes their child to the pub? 

Whatever about it being ethically wrong (in my opinion) you are leaving yourself wide open for the world and her mother to come down on you in a judgemental avalanche.   

Guess what we did Saturday evening?  Valentines evening to be exact.

We took our four boys to the pub at 6pm.  For a Fizzy Mineral and a Packet of CrispsTM

It wasn’t planned. 

We were going into the (empty) lounge from the street entrance and I remember fervently hoping and praying that no-one we knew was driving past.  I was a bit embarrassed, if I’m to be honest.  I wasn’t totally comfortable and I felt the aforementioned judgement raining down on me.

What happened was we decided to take the boys in for a pizza.  We do it every so often as a treat.  There is a wonderful Italian restaurant in our hometown and their pizzas are amazing, to say the least.  Absolutely scrumptious.  Our boys put away a 12” each.  With room for ice cream afterwards.

I thought we were being clever with our showing up before 6pm with the intention of being finished in an hour.  Just in time for the valentines rush.

Nope.  Not clever.  All of the tables were booked out. 

No room at the inn for a family of six. 

So we opted for a takeout instead.  It was going to take fifteen minutes and instead of our boys making off with the helium balloons and lifting the romantic trinkets from the many tables, we decided to take them across the road for a drink.

Yes, to the pub.

We don’t even have diluted juice in our house so the opportunity for a fizzy orange was grabbed with both hands.

Smallest Boy isn’t keen though and he had his Mi Wadi.  Propped up at the bar between the two of us. 

God I love a glass of Guinness.

But it brought back the memories of my previous question and as was par for the course for our generation, both Mister Husband and I would have been “brought” to the pub on special occasions.

Typically after a Communion or a christening.  I can remember being brought once because a bottle of port was needed for Christmas baking. 

Mister Husband recalled being sick as a, well, dog, after a Communion visit.  Lots of friendly people bought him and his siblings packets of Tayto and glasses of orange.  He said it wasn’t pretty.  I believed him.

And then Lovely Liam sparked another memory when he asked if he could have his pizza in the pub. 

Personally I was on for that but of course it wasn’t an option.  It did remind me of having a Chinese propped up at the bar in Murphy’s after a Kildare match.  We ordered it from the Chinese across the road and Brendan gave us plates and everything. 

Those were good times. 

So for those who saw us slink into the lounge on Valentines evening, that’s what we were at.  Honest. Just killing time.  I swear.


  1. I believe you....No, honestly I do! Ha ha ha!

    1. Joanna, I wanted more than anything to put them into a taxi and send them home so I could stay. That Guinness was going down well!

  2. I don't drink, haven't in a long long time. I do however bring the babogs to a Sunday carvery fortnightl. I do get a little embarrassed if I bump into people and make it clear that we are there for the gravy hahaha

  3. Our local pub is around the corner form my parents and we used to go there at the weekends sometimes but my parents haven't been to the pub for anything other than an occasion (indulging in a soft drink) in over 20 I bring myself there! ;)Luke hasn't been in a pub in his lifetime yet but if we were to pop in like you guys did or for a bit of food then I wouldn't have any problems with it :)

    1. It IS nice and ok for a treat. One that lasts half an hour. And I say this because I honestly, hand on heart know that if I were to stay any longer, one glass of Guinness would turn into a second and a third. And personally, I don't think that's ok. It just wouldn't sit right with me.

  4. My Oh doesn't drink at all so we never took the kids to a pub, except on holidays. We holiday in Allihies in West Cork. It is a different world, a different world with nothing there except two pubs, a beach and mountains. At night there is live Irish music and singing. Kids are welcome and they sell litre drinks to keep the cost down. There is a playground across the road and closing time is not adhered to. It is not uncommon to see kids asleep in arms while the sing song continues and the older children come and go. For me it is something I want my children to always remember. An Ireland we have lost where children are welcome and culture is real, not something they read about. Then we return home to 'modern Ireland' and there is no way I'd take them to the pub

    1. You have it in a nutshell - "modern Ireland. " It is precisely due to this fact I wouldn't take my kids into a pub. Years ago, the communions and the confirmations etc, it was almost a rite of passage and all of the kids were in the pub with their parents. But not today. WHen we were in Rosslare last year, we went down to Tides for a quick drink and yes, we took our boys and my SIL took her daughter. We were very mindful of the NO CHILDREN AFTER 9PM sign on the wall and finished up pronto. We were only there for an hour. But the bar man kept telling us "They're grand. They're sitting there not causing any trouble. Don't be rushing." Which I thought was nice but I'd prefer to let my hair down without my kids watching!