This evening.
South Anne Street, Dublin 2
Thanks Gary Byrne
Tag Archives: Kehoes
“You’re my beshtest friend.”
“Now’s the time to buy.”
“O’Leary’s a genius.”
“I don’t even like Feta cheese.”
“Is that Drico?”
“Copper’s?”
Etc.
We assumed it was like a regular night in Kehoes prefixed by ‘Tw’, as in:
“I’m utterly twissed off my twace, Tworcha. We’ll never make the last TWART. Fancy a twebab?’