“I swear, the next person who calls themselves a ‘Mixologist’ gets a punch right in the d…..!”
Did someone say ‘Giddy-up’?! Because if they did….and even if they didn’t, it doesn’t really matter! Welcome to my place – (The) Paloma Bar. As well as being THE most awesome bar this side of the equator, it keeps me off the streets, which keeps most people happy, and gives Mum and Dad a reason not to lie about me at family reunions, which keeps them happy. To be honest, I think they’re just rapt I’m off the couch.
What do we do here? Ah, so many things. You might have a preconceived idea of the space as for a while it was a sports bar. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a huge sports fan but it’s time for a new direction – onwards, upwards and always twirling etc. So if you came before, I hope you’re pleasantly surprised. And if you didn’t, I hope you like what you see. Essentially I opened up this place as I was just sick of being bored at work. So the lads (read: cheap labour) and I really are just about good craic – it’s a bar, how could it not be fun!? If it’s funny, we’ll laugh. If it isn’t, we’ll point and laugh. If it’s sad, we’ll commiserate. As such, we just want it to be a fun place to work and a fun place to be. You know that place you tell your friends about when you’re looking for somewhere to go? The ‘Hey guys, I know a place’ place? Well, that’s us; sharp drinks, sharp cats, sharp tunes and sharp times. All we ask is that you please keep your hands and feet inside the windows and please don’t feed the animals.
