The house part matters. Here's what we mean by it, who's behind the bar, and why nearly everything worth looking at is glass.
Chapter one
The Décor
Fig. 2 — the tram
The character went in before anyone stopped to ask why. Emerald, cream, sunset-orange and turquoise stained glass, and Favrile* Tiffany art. When the lamps and the sun power up behind it all, the room doesn't so much get brighter as become self-aware. Like the way you realize someone's becoming a friend — or how A.I. will one day go totally Skynet on us all. Either way, when the glass is glowing, you know we're open.
Harness racer
When we announced Fenian's was being remodeled, some people worried the vibe of the old joint would be wiped away with the asbestos and the questionably safe spiral staircase. We'd never be so audacious. Not just because the ghost(s) would disapprove, but because, frankly, we're horrible interior decorators. So all we did was add a few things: an actual access ramp, a big outdoor seating area, and a pool table and darts. The last two we primarily did to appease the ghost(s). Everything else, ghost(s) included, we kept exactly as it always was. We're entrepreneurs, after all, not animals.
Everything about the new Fenian's is just an extension of the old one. The colours on this site are the colours of the room. We didn't invent a brand; we held the old one up to the light.
*Favrile: new word to us. We say it out loud now. A lot.
Then1996
A pub with an Irish theme and a name that sounded the part.
The gap2024
The doors shut. The décor stayed. Somebody kept the key.
Again2026
Oak sanded, brass polished, larger bar, more seats, and easier access for all.
NowTBD
Stools down, first pint pulled. Now we're hoping people show up, which would be nice.
Emerald · sunset · turquoise
Held up to the light
The lamps come on behind the glass. That's the whole brand.
Favrile. We said it again.
A pub is a room where nobody's in a hurry and the light is always a bit better than outside.
nooks and corners
Public Home
PublicACCESSHome
Island living
Counter Culture
Everyone ends up in the kitchen at a party. This is the kitchen. Somebody else does the dishes.
Called it
Green With Envy
Back to the wall, eyes on the taps. Same as your end of the sofa. Better telly.
It's for you
The Party Line
The hall nook where the landline used to live. Pull up a chair; we'll tell them you're not in.
The usual suspects
The Mug Shots
Nan's dresser rules: crocks stay up top, mugs stay on their hooks, and you get out from behind the bar.
Next stop: last orders
The Railway Arms
Your dining room, if Dad had won the argument about the train set. Mam still got her Tiffany lamp.
Untangled by professionals
Fair-Weather Friends
The deck you keep meaning to build. Ours got string lights and a queue. Yours got a quote.
Please rack responsibly
The Break Room
Like the good guest towels: kept for company, used by everyone anyway.
Pointed remarks welcome
The Bull & Board
Finally, a wall you're allowed to put holes in. One's a bullseye. Nobody living will own up to it.
One more room
Who Lives Here
Every home has a wall of family photos. We gave ours a whole page. Wipe your feet.
We'd rather not say anything. But someone's jumped the Invisible Queue, someone's in the Regular's Seat, someone's ducking the Sacred Round, and nobody's said One for Yourself in weeks. We didn't make the rules. We just can't let them go.
Island living
where nobody's in a hurry and the 
light is always a bit better than 
outside. 
Called it
It's for you
The usual suspects
Next stop: last orders
Untangled by professionals
Please rack responsibly
Pointed remarks welcome
Follow the light on
The pub's the hub. Everything else is a spoke off it. Follow one, follow both, or just come in.
The glass at dusk, lamps just on. Room's gone self-aware again.
Friday's bar bets settled three arguments and started five.
Declan pouring the two-part pint. Don't rush him. 48 seconds.
Thursday session, full set, filmed from the corner.
The back room, online. Tunes before the session, teams before the quiz.