My first Irish Pub in Denmark. We walked in for the final 10 minutes of a football match for the…read moreDanish national team and the place was absolutely mobbed. We ordered a Guinness and found a corner of the bar to lean against and took in the crowd. Once the match was over the place emptied out within 2 minutes so we finished our Guinness and left. A later visit that week had us sampling the Middleton's Rare at a great price. by American standards at least. I enjoyed my time at the Tir Na Nóg.

Great Irish watering hole and great live music on the weekends. I actually met my wife there as…read morewell- so it's a place close to my heart- a real fun place to hang out and have a pint or 10.

The sign from the street said Irish jam session on Sunday - needless to say I was there until the…read moresession ended. Very good musicians, but it was odd to hear the familiar tunes played followed by Danish spoken in between. Plenty of Guinness and a strong wireless internet connection too.

Vejle boasts a few dive bars, but this one took the cake for us. It's small enough to allow smoking…read moreunder Danish law--it's under 40 square meters (about 400 square feet). They pack clouds of smoke in here that could fill a place ten times that size, though. There's a full lineup of bland industrial lagers on tap, and a full lineup of ordinary well liquor. You walk in and you can just hear the jukebox screech to a stop, with all eyes swiveling to you to size you up. They have live music on the weekends on the tiny little wedge stage in the corner, which is big enough for exactly one musician. The people are older and fairly friendly, but they're from the Danish generation that didn't learn as much English (this isn't the case with kids and younger adults, who all seem to speak it). They have sweatshirts and keychains and whatnot for sale. Best of all, "Lumskebugten" is a figurative turn of phrase in Danish, which means a little bay protected by a sandbar or something. It translates as "Sneaky Bay," which means you have to time your entry to get in, and you can get stuck there when the tide changes. Perfect metaphor for a dive bar.