Guinness pint $11 and that's happy hour prices. Very quiet for 3pm on a Friday, ESPN sport on the TV on the wall. Souroundings are average - pub style, dark and dingey.

I stumbled across this place by accident and boy, am I glad I did. I've been back 3 days in a row to work my way through the menu. First off, the potato-based dishes, a mainstay of any reputable Irish bar. Without a doubt, the thick cut fries amd wedges were in a class of their own. I'd heard through the grapevine that they only use spuds from the east Galway townland of Ahascragh, handcut by the great Jackie O'Hara himself ( or his younger brother Dennis if Jackie is feeling 'under the weather'). Having tasted these tantalising tuber morsels for myself, I can only assume that the rumours are true. Each slice of potato explodes in the mouth, the delicate and unmistakable taste of Connaught starch covers the mouth in a velvety coat. Matched with the 'fish of the day', and you are transported back to the pier in Kinsale where Dan O'Sullivan sells Atlantic cod straight off the boat. The samosas are the best this side of Delhi, with a freshness and bite to rival anything on the subcontinent. The only let down was the tomato sauce. I'm a fan of the Andalusian tomato variety and it's quite obvious that The Fiddler prefers those from The Levant....the difference is in the tanginess. Such a shame. All in all though, this place is not to be missed. I think they have a liquor licence too but can't confirm.