The 5 Lamps

Blackpitts Porter and Stout

Your hands are blackened now, tainted by the touch of the Blackpitts. Your eyes become accustomed to the dark, and your soul has shuddered at the gates of hell. There is no place in Dublin darker than the Blackpitts.

Three times blackened by the tanning pits, the filthy puddles of the River Poddle and not least of all, by the Black Death. It is home to the Four Corners of Hell, the underworld, and our Brewery.

Yet from all the darkness comes a certain pleasure, in the form of this fine black porter. But beware.

The shadow sits upon you. For if you can tell the man by the company he keeps, you sup with the devil tonight.

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Blackpitts Stout