The Palace Bar: Starring Barbara Streisand

At its surface, The Palace Bar seems like it would be just a standard tourist pub. It’s situated right on the corner, right in the center of the Temple Bar district. There’s nothing remarkable about its facade, the faded brick mimics that of almost every pub on this side of Dublin, the illusion of history, the promise of a good pint. It’s positioned almost like a mini Temple Bar, wrapped in the same familiar twinkle lights and dripping with pink flower baskets. At night, when I first found The Palace, the light from inside glows dim out into the street, blending in seamlessly with the other store fronts. In reality, The Palace is able to capture the true essence of an Irish pub, hiding out beneath the hubbub or tourist traffic. The inside of the pub is small, a narrow hallway stuffed with an old, heavy bar and stained glass shades. That’s something I’ve noticed about pubs here, the weight of them all, everything appears heavy. The walls and floors blend seamlessly into one another, complimentary shades of mahogany wood blurring the lines between floor and wall. The patrons are few in this entryway, two burly Irishman with their arms crossed over their chests, eyeing me and my two companions with a look that is simultaneously grumpy and welcoming. <a href="https://medium.com/lexi-wachal/the-palace-bar-starring-barbara-streisand-30169e63857f">Learn More</a>