This is what an Irish pub should be: "healthy" portions, live sports, friendly service. On a rainy Sunday afternoon the atmosphere was just right in The Belfry.
Since we weren't exactly mixing it up with multiple nights at similar pubs, it was essential to add some variety to our ordering. Not that I couldn't eat roast every night, but the wife needed a few more choices.
It was no problem here, and being on the first level plenty of fast, efficient wait staff. The only problem is what to order. If Irish Pubs are typically like the American Diner, the choices at The Belfry are like Cheesecake Factory! So much food, only two rugby match halves!
My wife singled out the lamb stew on the way in the door, so she was locked in from the starting gun. I was torn but not going to veer too far from something huge-meat. I almost, almost got the Marc's Baked Ribs. A last second check-swing; I chose the Joint of Sherlocks Irish Beef.
If it sounds like you'd be down for the count after consuming that, you'd be right. Way better than an earlier roast dish in another town, it restored my faith in that Irish pub staple.
Back to those ribs, the table next store got them and I definitely had order envy.
As if I weren't headed toward the coma cliff at 79 kph (nod to all you metric lovers which I'm not), I decided to put the pedal to the floor when after spotting the beer flight poster on the wall. Even better, you could pick any three!
I'm in: light to dark. All local, of course I'm a tourist so one choice had to be Guinness. Thank goodness my wife is terrified of me driving in the left because I could do with the nappy-nap on the way to the coast.
Nice all around time here, exceeding my expectations and dispelling any leeriness of a tourist trap. I'll return if I can on my next trip to the Mecca of Sligo. read more
