I ended up in this pub by accident. Trying to find my hotel late at night and overwelmed in alcohol fumes, I found myself totally lost in the dark streets direction Salthill. In the mean time my overpression releave valve was about to start working (I definitively had to pee) when I heard noise and music down the street. Tradition wills that after using the gents you hoist a pint to make the landlord happy. The good man also called a taxi for me to take me save home. Long live Killorans Bar!
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