an institution indeed. Isn't Alfie's missus called Evelyn??

Hartos as it is known to the the dogs in the street is , as Eoin has said above , an institution . It has provided a meeting place for generations of students from all the colleges but is chiefly associated with UCD and its musically challenged ( Jees lads would it hurt to learn the second verse of almost anything) Rugby Club. Run for many years by Alfie Mulligan and his long suffering missus Eileen , both of whom have been prematurely aged beyond their years by their inability, for many decades , to refuse to cash a cheque for cash strapped students. Many of said cheques possessed of a bouncebackability previously unknown to modern science.
Eileen has been known to threaten to decorate the interior with said promissory notes which should give a good indication of the early tendencies of many of the great and good of modernday Irish Society as well as providing a unique wallpaper experience for the clientele .
Not to be confused with the near neighbour hostelry sporting the Alfie Mulligan signs this place is the original of the species (in its' almost complete lack of the comforts of home).
Run now by Enda and Rafe the sons of Alfie and Eileen it has been dragged kicking and screaming from the 1950s almost to the 1970s. However the drink is always great especially the Guinness ( or so I am informed by fans of the Pointe Mor Dubh ). Its great strength is that the lack of decor leads inevitably to a concentration on great conversation ( I can highly recommend the Three Pint Repartee).
After three pints of course it behooves the participants to move on to the weightier issue of Irish political and economic problems, which are invariably sorted by Pint Four. Pint Five is reserved for international problem solving. The Sixth and final pint is inevitably followed by an overwhelming lemming like compulsion to consume Kebabs ( an eastern European delicacy suited to the Irish palette ).
All this and more from a unique ( well it was before D.O'B had 2 more copies , correct in every detail , constructed for his fiftieth, greater love hath no man .... ) and much loved Dublin Institution.
P.S The Gerihatticks still meet there every Monday evening, in the secret garden, from 9.30 until the resident barman runs out of patience.

Hartigan's is an institution. Just like Ma Hartigan herself. This is the legendary watering hole of the UCD medical faculty, until recently situated across the road at Earlsfort Terrace. Before that, it was undoubtedly a favoured hangout of all UCD students in the early days on and around Stephen's Green. The pub itself puts one in mind of a back room or pantry in a larger and better kept pub ( which is not far from the truth). Natty couches, stained floors (and ceilings), the whole place could do with a lick of paint. Just like Ma Hartigan herself. But then you would destroy the essence of this place. And they do a good pint. Will Hartigan's survive UCD's abandonment of the Terrace? Only time will tell.