by Jared Booth
When you step inside this sleek, dark mahogany establishment and see real football on the telly, it's hard not to feel like you're no longer in the Holy City. Instead, you're sitting in a pub in Dublin. For those who think it's impossible to teleport from the freeways and billboards of North Charleston to Ireland just by stepping into a bar, the shepherd's pie and a tall pint of Guinness will make you a true believer.
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