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SINK a slow Cosmopolitan and see the new, flush Ireland reflected in chrome and glass. The Bailey, on Dublin's Duke Street, is a paradise for Prada-clad poseurs. Even the legal and financial investment types who pack the place out on a Friday night are refreshingly superficial.
On summer evenings the crowd tends to spill out onto South William Street with their drinks and the obnoxious laughter can be heard as far away as Grafton Street.
On Saturdays it tends to attract a transient professional crowd, enjoying white-stop cocktails on the way to somewhere even more expensive.
I love it.
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YOU ARE HERE: 11 November 2007 / tribune.ie / 2007 / 03 / 04
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