Went there on my honeymoon, my wife making me brake half way down the quay when she saw a stuffed sheep, one with a black face and ears with a creamy-coloured wool, in a shop window. She had to have him....so then came the question of name.
We ended up in a pub right by the bridge, red walls and green carpet, not a bad lunch mind you, off to the loo she went, leaving me wait for my pint of Guinness to settle and think - and for me to have one of those Irish philosophical moments. Out of the loo, she came., "I have the name, it's Guinness" - still here too!