If you don’t know what “craic” is, then you and Dublin have gotten off on the wrong foot. Craic means fun, partying, and every Irish you’ll meet is up for a little craic. So where does one unleash their inner craic? Undoubtedly, over a pint at one of its many quirky pubs: the teeny-weeny Dawson Lounge, Dublin’s smallest pub; John Kavanagh, which sits across a cemetery and hides a secret serving hatch for gravediggers back in the day who wanted to drink on the job; or the aptly named Church, a converted church, complete with stained glass and organ, where somewhere between your fourth pint and releasing your inner craic, you’ll be confessing your sins.