This was Brendan Behan’s favorite pub—and if there ever was a man to be trusted to know a thing or two about such matters, it was surely he. A lively atmosphere always prevails under the high ceilings of this satisfyingly traditional place, well worth dropping in for a slow pint and maybe a browse through one of the antiquarian books on the shelves in the corner. Not that you’ll have chance to do much browsing once the evening heats up—ever since Behan spilled the beans, hordes of contented visitors come here to try it for themselves. Still, it’s a welcoming, traditional spot.