| The Central Hotel, Miltown Malbay |
| Written by Cormac MacConnell | |
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SO I’m in Pat Kelly’s old Central Hotel at the epicentre of old Miltown Malbay and it is the first time in 20 years and more that I have something approaching elbow room at the historic bar. And that’s only because it is the early evening and it is still eight or nine weeks away from Willie Week and the real crowd will not be in for a couple of hours yet, when the day cools down a bit. And the painted piper himself, smiling, is hunched over his magic pipes on the Céad Míle Fáilte painting which covers the entire interior of the gable over the tables of a million sessions. And the acousticated ghosts of a trillion reels are still hanging over the bar as affable Pat tells me as good a yarn as I’ve heard in a week. It goes all the way back to Chicago and Al Capone and stuttering Thompson machine guns and the Miltown Connection and settle down now, all of ye, and I’ll tell the rest exactly as Pat Kelly told it to me the other evening, the sun splitting the stones outside. Registration is required to view this content, registration is FREE |














