The dingle is grand but The Ring of Beara is even grander so it is.
Go to Kenmare and have a session in Foley's hotel. Go to Killarney and seek out Danny and have a ride round the Lakes in his jaunting cart.....it's a great Craic (tell him O'muracouh recommended him)
I was in a spit & sawdust pub in Dingle a few years back - in the middle of nowhere & as remote as you can get - when a couple of strangers came up to me & said; "Is your name Eddie & do you live in Crowborough?"
In a split second I thought 'Shit, they're gonna pull out a shooter & blow my head off! Or take me outside and cave my head in with a baseball bat??!'
I cooly asked; "why, who's asking?"
They explained that they came from Crowborough & thought they recognised me from a pub (that I hardly ever went to). They had cycled all the way to Dingle on a couple of womens bikes with baskets on them??!
That answer always suggests to me that you are the person in question. If I've ever been a victim of mistaken identity I've never answered 'why, who's asking?' Always...Er,no. Sorry.
I found several bars in Dingle Town,were shops as well! One was a shoe shop on one side and a bar on the other side,with just one toilet,for use by all. As for Slea Head,the sea and veiws are something else.