The antique clock perched above the archway dividing the lounge from the bar in The Long Hall installed in 1912 by its then owner, William Fitzpatrick and crafted by Wekler & Schlegel, whose workshop was just across the street at No. 36. The Long Hall’s interior, largely untouched since 1881, is a treasure trove of antiques gathered by various owners over the years. Evoking the feel of a Victorian train station, the clock bears the initials "POB" engraved in the wood panel below, a nod to Patrick O’Brien, a former owner who took charge in 1941.
The name "The Long Hall" originates from a long, narrow hallway snug, no longer part of the pub, that once ran parallel to the back bar. Until 1951, the bar was a men only establishment, with women being served through hatches in the hallway. Beyond that, very little has changed in the 144 years since publican Patrick Dolan completed the refurbishment of the pub in the spring of 1881, leaving it much as you see it today.
In 1982, Phil Lynott sat on the third barstool at The Long Hall's main bar and sang, "I've been spending my money in the old town, it's not the same honey, when you're not around." Like countless others, Lynott pausing for a moment of quiet reflection at the bar.
For over a hundred years, the clock in The Long Hall has quietly witnessed life's ebb and flow - love, loss, solitude, and camaraderie - while the bustle of George's Street carries on outside.