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The Oarsman is about the only pub in Ringsend you can go into without feeling that you've tresspassed on some local private function; as long, that is, as you don't sit in the seats at the front window, they appear to be hallowed ground of some sort. It has a low-lit convivial atmosphere with friendly service, good beer and, at about six o'clock on Fridays, baskets of complimentary cocktail sausages. A word to the wise, however; don't wear your Sunday best, the absence of air conditioning means that every stitch reeks of cigarette smoke after about twenty minutes.
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