Peader O’Donnell’s is similar to a turbocharged mix of each Irish bar on the planet and the soul food merchants once found in residential areas, offering staple goods alongside the Guinness. Consequently the racks of tins and packs behind the bar, the old measuring scales, as much bric-à-bric as the Ulster Folk and Transport Museum, the stuffed pig’s head and the banners of each country dangling from the roof. With three different bars and a decision of unrecorded music in each consistently and weekend evenings, the joint is continually bouncing. It’s normally stuffed with hikers at weekends, so perhaps keep away from it if your rucksack is currently assembling dust in the storage room.