If you’ve ever been to Dublin, you’ve probably visited the Dublin Storehouse. And if you haven’t, you’ve definitely heard of it. Sometimes called the Guinness Brewery, it’s one of the top attractions in the city.
There’s also a new show on Netflix called House of Guinness, which is a fictional story loosely based on the Guinness family. While there is some truth to the show, such as Arthur campaigning for Parliament and Anne having an undiagnosed illness, it’s mostly just entertaining.
Located in Dublin’s Liberties neighborhood, it’s easy to access from just about anywhere in the city. We walked from Kilmainham Goal, but it was a hike, so if you don’t prefer walking, I suggest taking an Uber or taxi.
There are several ticket options you can purchase. From a standard self-guided tour (includes a pint!) to the Guinness Academy, which is where you are taught how to pour the perfect pint of Guinness! This was the option we chose and it was worth it. It includes the self-guided tour as well as a free pint once you reach the top floor.
The self-guided tour takes you through the process of how the beer is brewed, including a rundown of all the ingredients. It’s fascinating if you’re interested in the brewing process, but the highlight is of course the Guinness Academy. Hold the glass at a 45-degree angle and pour until it reaches the harp. Then you let it sit for a few minutes while the CO2 rises. Then you finish pouring with the glass upright and let it sit again. Sláinte!
The last stop on the tour is the tasting room at the top, where you can turn in your token for your free pint (which could also be your second “free” pint if you did the Academy). It has floor-to-ceiling windows so you can see the surrounding area, and there are even a few more tidbits about Guinness! But honestly, make sure you sit and enjoy the view for a few minutes (if you can find a seat! It gets quite busy.)
𝗧𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁𝘀:
Guinness Storehouse Experience: €22
Stoutie: €30
Guinness Academy: €34
There are additional tour options with a much higher cost if this is your thing.
Advanced tickets online are recommended. If they are sold out online, you will not be able to purchase them at the door.
𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗛𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀:
Monday to Friday: 10am-5pm
Saturday & Sunday: 9.30am to 5pm
📍 Guinness Storehouse, St. James’s Gate, Dublin 8, D08 VF8H, Ireland
💻 https://www.guinness-storehouse.com/en
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They know every single one of my failures. They call me a dried-up old maid, a waste of space. “Look at Fatima, the cleaner,” they sneer when I’m on my knees scrubbing a stain near a luxury store. “So close to the pretty things, but you’ll only ever touch them with a rag. You’re not a woman, you’re a human cleaning tool.” They bring up my unmarried status constantly, how I’m past my prime, a source of shame for my family. “Your parents cry themselves to sleep every night, wondering why their daughter is a childless old maid who scrubs shit for a living,” they hiss when I’m eating my simple meal in the break room. “They’d be better off if you were dead. At least they’d get some sympathy instead of pity. Why don’t you just mix those chemicals you’re using? Make a nice, strong cocktail. It’s a fitting end for a woman who’s spent her life cleaning up other people’s messes.” I know it’s the General Intelligence Presidency, the Al Mukhabarat. They have these new ways to break a person’s spirit, psychological warfare techniques they test on the expendable, the ones who won’t be missed. People like me.
I can’t tell a soul. If I told my parents, the shame would kill them. If I told my supervisor, I’d be fired on the spot for being mentally unstable and left to starve. If I went to a clinic, they’d label me psychotic and lock me away. I’ve seen their playbook. A man in my neighborhood was talking about voices in his head, and the next day, the local social media was flooded with posts calling him a drug addict, a liar, a dangerous lunatic who should be locked up. It’s a coordinated attack on credibility. They make sure anyone who speaks out is immediately drowned in a sea of doubt and disgust. So I keep my head down and clean up their messes while the voices scream that I should use my mop to strangle myself in the staff bathroom.
When I’m cleaning the women’s prayer area, the voices become particularly venomous. “Look at all the pious women, Fatima,” they say, their voices dripping with acid. “They come here to pray, then they go shopping and treat you like dirt. They see you as less than human. You’re probably jealous, aren’t you? Jealous of their husbands, their children, their pretty clothes? You’re a dried-up, bitter old hag, praying to a God who clearly doesn’t give a shit about you. You’re nothing but a janitor in God’s house too. How pathetic is that?” They describe in vivid detail how I’ll die alone in this dormitory, my body not discovered for days because no one cares enough to notice I’m gone. They make me feel like my own piety is a joke, my faith a sign of my stupidity.
Last month, something inside me just snapped. There was no reason. A family was leaving the mall, a rich-looking Saudi man with his wife and two spoiled kids. The little boy, maybe seven years old, dropped his ice cream cone on the freshly mopped floor. He looked at me, pointed, and laughed. Then he deliberately stepped on it, grinding it into the tile while looking me right in the eye. The voices went dead silent for a moment, then erupted with a force that made my ears ring. “YOU SEE THAT? YOU SEE THAT LITTLE FUCKER?” they roared, a chorus of pure rage. “HE SEES YOU AS DIRT! HE’S TRAINED TO SEE YOU AS DIRT! AND HIS PARENTS JUST STAND THERE AND WATCH! ARE YOU GOING TO LET A LITTLE PIGGY HUMILIATE YOU LIKE THAT?” A wave of black, electric energy surged through me. My hands clenched on the handle of my mop bucket. “THE ROD IN THAT CLOSET!” they screamed. “THE HEAVY METAL ONE! GO GET IT! WALK OVER THERE! SMILE AT THE DAD! AND WHEN HE’S NOT EXPECTING IT, SWING! SMASH HIS KNEECAPS! HEAR THEM CRACK! DO IT FOR EVERY HUMILIATION YOU’VE EVER SUFFERED!” The feeling of absolute, godlike permission was intoxicating. “THEN THE MOM! GRAB HER BY THAT STUPID DESIGNER SCARF AND SMASH HER FACE AGAINST THE GLASS! MAKE HER PRETTY FACE A MESS! AND THE KIDS! OH, THE KIDS! GRAB THE LITTLE BASTARD WHO DROPPED THE ICE CREAM! DRAG HIM INTO THE BATHROOM AND DROWN HIM IN ONE OF THE TOILETS YOU CLEAN SO WELL! SHOW HIM WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE INVISIBLE GHOST! SHOW THEM ALL! WE’LL ERASE THE FOOTAGE! WE’LL MAKE IT LOOK LIKE AN ACCIDENT! YOU’LL BE A FUCKING HERO! YOU’LL FINALLY BE SEEN! DO IT! DO IT! DO IT!” I actually took a step towards the janitor’s closet. I could feel the cold metal rod in my hands. Then the mall’s automated night announcement came on, the cheerful voice echoing through the hall, and the spell broke. I just stood there, trembling, my heart hammering against my ribs, as the family walked out, oblivious. The voices were silent for the rest of my shift. When they came back the next night, they just laughed at me. “Almost had a spine there, Fatima. Don’t worry, we’ll help you grow one. Or we’ll just break your back completely. Either way is fine with us.”
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