It seems there are no rules here either. Freedom runs amok, judging from the glorious faces on the young crowd, likely ready at any moment to pack their bags and make a trek across country with the rest of their student loan. It’s a good testament to the club itself; the place inspires, if anything. Here, you’re always a pint away from a good time…and shots are 2 for 1 upstairs on the weekend (which doesn’t sound that bad either).
People still flock to The Blarney Stone to get rip roaring drunk, and come St Patrick’s Day, you can bet there’ll be a high casualty rate. All the better. You’re with friends here, whether you know them or not.