JC C.
Yelp
Controversial. Writing a 5 star review of Coppers is likely to get me shunned from the Yelp community, bound for ever to be writing comments on bathroom walls and preaching the good word at train stations, GAA matches, and at the top of Grafton St with my megaphone. Anyway here goes.
On paper, Coppers is the worst type of crap club. It gets packed to the point that falling over is actually pretty difficult and they just keep packing people in. The booze is overpriced gut rot. The bar has 2 price increases during the night and pints taste dreadful. The music verges on embarrassing, with cotton eye joe and garth brooks appearing in one particularly memorable ten minute period the other night. The crowd are all mouldy drunk and sweaty, pushing around the place spilling drinks and themselves and everyone around them. I saw a bloke in there the other night who could be best described as feral.
But.... somehow it works. All the forces of crapness come together in beautiful, savage harmony. Copper's is like Dublin's pressure relief valve, full of people venting through the medium of the session. The trail was blazed by up from the wesht young fellas in county colours but now everyones is at it, carelessly indulging in madness like extras from the hotel bar scene in fear and loathing.
My advice is get in, hammer some shots, go out to the smoking area, talk bollox to everyone around you, get in another round of shots, let it all out to some Saw Doctors tune, more shots, more cigarettes, more chat, more madness, then boom. Pass out, wake up the next afternoon, spend your day shrouded in fear and try incessantly to scrub the stamp from your hand. No amount of scrubbing will work, you're going to have to live with the shame that you enjoyed it and you're just as savage as the rest of em.
