Fitzsimons Bar and Nightclub

Avoid like the plague to be honest!
I was here for birthday drinks for a work mate & his girlfriend. We were up on the first floor, which initially had plenty of room, but filled up about 10pm. The ground floor was packed as always.
If you like Guinness, DO NOT drink it here. They serve slop, and should really have their Guinness license revoked by the brewery, or the bar-​staff should go on a boot camp course.
Then the best…€ 20 for 3 drinks!!! Are you having a laugh I hear you cry, no unfortunately I’m not.
1 bottle of becks, 1 pint of Heineken, 1 G&T…€ 20!!! They should be ashamed of themselves for such extortion. But that’s my job, name & shame them. I shall, like other kips in Temple Bar, NOT be going here again.

free entrance, this not happen in near and similar pub the purty kitchen, where cost 10 eur friday and saturday in march 2011.
the first floor there are people all ages, the second is to dance machine music and with more young people and the third for smokers and open air.
crowded friday and saturday.
the most funny i had here was i was waiting in a bar for to order a drink in the first floor and a woman hugged me from back and after to meet her friends we started to dancer and she kiss me during a time, the woman look like kate moss and obviously was drunk but she was very beatiful.
finally his friens rescue her because her state of drunk. maybe his name was kylie or similar short name, probably from dublin but i dont understand well her
next day saturday i saw again but she not remember me or not want to remember me and she talk during a time with 5 o 6 guys during the night and finally she was very drunk again and fall to floor injured in his neck with a little blooding sore in his neck.
i speak with girls from sardinia and dance with some irish girl too

…I disliked the nightclub… the crowd… Just disliked it in general! First time there and will not return…

A tacky, loud, expensive, horrible, soulless place of drunken tourists, lost culchies and terrible chart music.
Dubiners avoid this kip like the plague. As should anyone with an interest in music or having a fun night out.

It’s no small exaggeration to say that when the sun decides to shine on Dublin, the entire city has a wonderfully giddy spring in its step. Alas, the flipside of all this merriment is that it also turns some folk into slightly deranged sun-​worshippers, as they attempt to convince themselves that they live on the continent. Suddenly, vacant on-​street bar tables in the city become as rare as hen’s teeth (in inverse proportion to milk-​white legs and arms, it would appear), while beer gardens take on an entirely different currency. With the first hint of summer sun also comes the morphing of popular sunspots such as St Stephen’s Green and the Phoenix Park into overcrowded hellholes.
On the wrong weekend, Fitzsimons’ spacious, but thronged, roof garden is not dissimilar to a Club 18 – 30 shindig (by way of deepest Essex). On a good, quiet evening, this suntrap could be mistaken for somewhere much more tropical (with the right amount of rose wine consumed, of course). A haven for tourists and hen parties, Fitzsimons’ roof — as undeniably lovely as it is — appears to be something that locals are happy to take in small measures.