"Like Manna from heaven with PBR on tap, I discovered the Dublin on my first day of what would become a 3 week work trip in Iowa City and it became my favorite bar in the Midwest. It’s the perfect combination of dive bar and the kind of Irish pub you’d see in Patriot Games. Nodo’s up top has great sandwiches which they’ll run bring down to you with the urgency of an organ transplant. This is important to remember as you might require their Life Flight services as I did several times. The staff is great. Mostly. Mr. Seth, Jackie, Danny, Trent, Rory, and Robyn, you guys are awesome. The regulars deserve their own shoutout as they are a bunch of rad, friendly people. Hope to see y’all again."

"Didn’t see the first shark for about half an hour – a tiger – thirteen footer. You know how you know that when you’re in the water, Chief? You tell by lookin’ from the dorsal to the tail. What we didn’t know was our bomb mission had been so secret, no distress signal had been sent. They didn’t even list us overdue for a week. Very first light, Chief, sharks come cruisin’. So we formed ourselves into tight groups…the idea was, the shark comes to the nearest man and he starts poundin’ and hollerin’ and screamin’. Sometimes the shark go away. Sometimes he wouldn’t go away. Sometimes that shark, he looks right into ya, right into your eyes. Y’know, the thing about a shark, he’s got lifeless eyes, black eyes, like a doll’s eyes. When he comes after ya, he doesn’t seem to be livin’ until he bites ya, and those black eyes roll over white, and then – aww, then you hear that terrible high-pitch screamin’, the ocean turns red, and in spite of all the poundin’ and the hollerin’, they all come in and rip ya to pieces…in that first dawn, we lost a hundred men. I don’t know how many sharks, maybe a thousand. I don’t know how many men. They averaged six an hour…Noon the fifth day, Mr. Hooper, a Lockheed Ventura saw us. He swung in low and he saw us…and he come in low and three hours later, a big fat PBY [seaplane] comes down and start to pick us up. You know, that was the time I was most frightened – waitin’ for my turn. I’ll never put on a life jacket again. So, eleven hundred men went in the water, three hundred and sixteen men come out, and the sharks took the rest, June the 29th, 1945. Anyway, we delivered the bomb"

"One of these best dive bars in Iowa City. Great game day atmosphere where all kinds are welcome and made comfortable. Good change of pace from the other “main/big” bars."

"Nice little basement dive bar. The drinks are cheap, with a pretty good selection of whisky on the shelf."

"This is kind of a weird bar. The men's bathroom door doesn't close. The glass I received my beer in was dirty and the bartender was not very friendly except to her usual patrons. They do have a pool table and a pretty cool fish tank though."