The American Bar

07/10/2026

Join us at The American Bar for a harp led traditional music session to mark Lá na Cruite | Harp Day 2026. Harpers and all musicians of any instrument are welcome to join. Bring your instrument and a few tunes, or come along to listen.

06/10/2026

TONIIIIIIIGHT!!!!

Will Quizty Moore get out of their bed sh****ng ways of last week? Will I Am Smarticus turn a corner from their relegation form? Will The Roy Walkers be less smug? Where the hell are Lagan Behind in all this? Can the Naarrative Wh**es find their rhythm?

With half a season still to come and a top prize of £300 up for grabs it’s all to play for in the American Bar Pub Quiz League of Champions; Season 3…Oddquizzy…Quiz Longer!

DM or email us with your team name to reserve your table.

05/10/2026

What about that?

Go raibh mile Rua Rí

04/10/2026

Comin Up…

Song credit “Jonny Workman” by playing live Mon 5th October.

Bandcamp link in our bio.

02/10/2026

Lads, it’s October! And where’s the year going? Jesus, Mary and Joseph's and all the saints and Saint Paul and the Pope and JFK and Gay Byrne and all the angels, sure wasn't it just yesterday we were out sunning ourselves!

For the younger readers, this is exactly how everyone’s Da dressed for the entirety of the 90s.

Way out to wash the car? Away off to the pool league with the lads? Taking your ma out on a Saturday night, her spending 2 hours getting ready, and agonising over what to wear cause they’re going somewhere fancy and he slips nonchalantly back into this wee number. “You’ve been wearing that all day,” yer Ma would protest, “And wha?” he’d say, “We’re only going down the Chinese.” And off they’d pop, your Ma looking lovely, your da pure oblivious to the rage seething inside her. 

Once there, he’d balk at the plates going past, question the smell of spice in the air, be appalled he couldn’t get a pint of Carlsberg before eventually ordering a few chicken balls and a curry chip, and in the morning, off to Mass wearing again, exactly this. 

Wakes, work, wedding evening receptions, only one thing for it - navy trousers, wee shirt, baby blue jumper with a zip. 90s Da!

02/10/2026

Late into Wednesday night, the day after the night before, with Tuesday having passed and The American Bar Pub Quiz League of Champions Week 4 having culminated in a resounding victory for The Roy Walkers, the league leaders, Quizty Moore came into the bar with a bone to pick. They’ve been our runaway leaders, week after week claiming victory after victory, they are, without doubt, this season’s team to beat. 

“Here,” they said, collectively, “You!”, in a chorus, “We’ve been sniffing glue under the York Street bridge all day and we got to talking and we don’t think it’s very fair that every week you do your smarmy little write up and not once have you bothered to talk about how utterly amazing we are compared to the rest of those braindead morons. We come here every week and absolutely smash this quiz of yours. You got the dribbling idiots in The Roy Walkers, and I Am Sh*t-For-Brains-icus, and don’t get us started on the rest of them…” 

It did, dear reader, lead me to reflect. Perhaps I had, as they’d suggested, been dismissive of their accomplishments, their winnings having become so routine I’ve failed to grasp the gravity of their success. I had only one place to turn to for advice, resident Quiz Master Sticklebrick Hendrix.

“Nah, f**k ‘at,” he said, “I’ve seen this before. Couple of wins, few early triumphs and people start losing the run of themselves. We’ve all done it. Got cocky, started viewing ourselves through the imagined prism of who we want to be rather than the reality of who we are. Take those City Hall Street Preachers for example. Yeah, they might talk a good game about being a bastion of morality, but we all know they’re only out there on the street cause their wives left them and their kids stopped talking to them once it became clear they were nothing more than xenophobic bigots who lack the critical thinking skills to understand that Facebook isn’t a reliable news source. Winners win. Victory assures legacy, not a few sh*tty words written by some ar****le who got his English degree from a polytechnic, no offense."

None taken Sticklebrick Hendrix, none taken.

We’re back Tuesday for Week 5. Same time. Same place. Let the bad blood begin.

01/10/2026

Such a beautiful set. An incredible guide through emotion.

Míle buíochas Amano De Londra Miura

30/09/2026

She’s chilly out there. The season is turning and the time has come for a big hug of stew in a bowl.

Justin and Elena serving…

Thursday - Sunday

30/09/2026

30/09/2026

It’s my first time playing in both The UK and Ireland. Can’t wait 🤘