Sir, – Eithne O’Callaghan’s letter (April 14th) brought a smile to my face, warm memories flooding my brain and bringing youthful years back to life.
Dublin offered seemingly endless opportunities to do anything other than go home. The city seemed to be full of restaurants, cafes, chippers and joints, reputable and otherwise, many of which stayed open long after bedtime.
I remember one place in particular, on the north quays down past the Four Courts, just as O’Callaghan describes. It was quite a trek for us lot without a car (my first car was still in the future and coincidentally was also a little Fiat) but we thought it was what life was all about.
In my memory (and no one could convince me otherwise) it served last orders until 4am. Its name was “The Last Post”. – Yours, etc,
RM Block
GERRY WATSON,
Ballsbridge,
Dublin 4.
