While sampling the delights of Kinsale, Hamlets seemed like an attractive and enticing spot , so in my girlfriend and I wandered. I guess for a Saturday night it wasn't overly populated, except for large number of hen parties intent in "lowering cocktails" as if to forget about the impending nuptials. Ok, fair enough, it's the last hurrah before the ladies were hitched for eternity to the kitchen sink. Mind you, at the rate this ladies were lashing back the drinks I'd say they spent long parts of the following day leaning into sinks and emptying the expensive contents of their stomachs consumed the previous evening. Anyway, since we were in the joint, we decided to have a drink. So having stood anonymously at the bar for sometime, the barmaid finally noticed me. So I asked for a particular brand of beer, scratching her head, "Do we have it," she remarked. "Ah, you tell me, as you are working behind the bar," I thought to myself. Ok she's checking and returns, "Ah no we don't," she said. "Hang on, I replied, "I will ask the girlfriend is there something else she'd like." Ok, turn around and turn back - 5 seconds, she's gone to end of the bar. Right, so the long wait begins again. But I notice I am not the only customer that's subjected to this special treatment, of course the hen ladies are oblivious to what's going on. Anyway, we have had enough, obviously Kinsale is now more intent in turning itself into the hen party capital of Ireland than a cosmopolitan tourist destination, with Hamlets leading the way
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