According to the flyer the building is supposed to look like a giant stout glass, and perhaps it resembled that from an aerial view but I didn’t see it with my pedestrian eyes. Parts of it reminded me of the various children’s science museums I have visited over the years because there were short videos of stages of the brewing process like how the men (and it was, once upon a time, strictly a male profession) made the kegs—a special skill set to make the wood water tight with handhewn lids, and we saw hydroponic hops growing under glass cases, and tasted and touched roasted hop which smelled exactly like coffee beans. But, again, I am not sure Steve or I would have visited it had it not been included in the package, as there seemed to be lots of empty space on those six floors leading up to the bar, where we were treated to a beer on tap that the bar staff topped off with a clover in the foam!
“Don’t forget,” Liam cautioned as we drove back to the Royal Marina that night, “breakfast is at 6:30; bags and luggage outside your doors before you come down in the morning.”
If I had my druthers and could do Dublin over again, I would give myself more time to discover the city itself and do less tourist traps and explore more of its rich treasures.