This pub lies to you. No, it’s not themed like a boat. No, there is not an upper deck. No, there are not any other decks. No, Kerry did not win the World Cup in ’94. No, you do not have a grand voice for singing a few songs with the trad band in the corner. No, you can’t have another drink. This is a serious locals local bar for locals. Make sure you say something to the effect of «howya Jim» when you enter to avoid any funny looks. It is the exact kind of dank and dreary that you are looking for. A novel application architecture, inspired by Lovcraftian design has resulted in a terrifying pub layout where you cannot escape from the clutches of the bar. Like some kind of nightmarish Mona Lisa, the barman remains perfectly still, his eyes follow you as you move through the pub, taunting and pressuring you to have another beer. Be sure to get out while you can still walk.
Lina G.
Place rating: 2 Dublin, Republic of Ireland
The Lower Deck is an old man pub that has the tendency to get a little scaldy in the mornings and evenings. Often, there are lots of guys in shirts hanging around outside that seem on the brink of knocking each other’s teeth out. As such, I try and avoid the place except in the mid-afternoon. Decent for a pint when required.
Kelly T.
Place rating: 2 Dublin, Republic of Ireland
I stopped into the Lower Deck when I was on a walk on a nice warm day. I’d seen it before and thought that it looked nice from the outside and that it was in a kind of cute area, right by the Grand Canal. I don’t really know why I thought this, but when I entered the pub I was met with several craggy old faces. It’s a old man’s pub filled with lots of old men locals. Now as I’ve said before I like old man pubs, but I have to say this one isn’t on the top of my list. Though as Ronan pointed out you can basically do what you want and in the warmer weather there’s a table outside … ok there weren’t any chairs when I was there, but still. it’s kind of an answer to the Barge, which would be overcrowded on a sunny day, a much dingier and less exciting answer …
Rónán C.
Place rating: 3 Dublin, Republic of Ireland
I fall into a taxi, «Home Jeeves, and don’t spill the curry». He asks me where I was, «oh, the Lower Deck, jaysus, I haven’t been there in… pffff… must be twenty years… is it still a hole?» Ye, more or less. It was my first time there but some of the regulars I was talking to were giving out about the smell of chlorine, which apparently, is much worse than the smell of piss that normally hangs over the place. But no hole is wholly without charm, no matter how unholy the wholly dominant smell of the hole in question is. And there are some accepted rules about pubs like this, well, two specifically. First, the Guinness is excellent. Second, you can do whatever the fuck you want. If I want to take my pint over to Rico’s to get chips and come back, for example. So there you have it, The Lower Deck. Not wholly without benefits but a hole nonetheless.
Ruraid
Place rating: 4 Dublin, Republic of Ireland
The Lower Deck has two personalities: upstairs it’s a salt-of-the-earth pub with a collection for the local GAA raffle on the bar. Downstairs, though, some of the most impressive indie/alternative gigs in Dublin are to be found: the Ballroom of Romance. Expect everything from arty indie to full-on metal, all in the same night. Check out in advance.