Dicey's Garden

You'll either love or hate this Harcourt Street institution, but you'll definitely end up here eventually. The kind of place where Trinity students mix with stag parties, where your shoes stick to the floor and where the music is loud enough to make conversation impossible. It's not pretty, it's not sophisticated, but it's reliably mental. The drinks are cheap, the crowds are young, and the atmosphere is pure chaos. You're here for the craic, not the cocktails – though their jagerbombs hit differently at 1am. The smoking area is where half the night's drama unfolds, and the dancefloor is a sweaty mess of bodies moving to whatever the DJ thinks will keep people drinking. It's Dublin clubbing at its most unfiltered.