The Druid’s Den

Nothing more classic than an Irish pub in the city’s heart, filled with young backpackers shouting at the TV and clearing their minds from all those spoiled old marbles and whatnot that someone out there calls World Heritage. The abundance of Celtic relics is a collection from the epoch of Rome’s Irish Fever of the nineties. Are you tired of waiters shouting in their obscure language, trying to drag you inside some dubious restaurants? At Druid’s Den you can have Guinness draught for dinner, lulled by the sound of Cockney, Midwest and Aussie.