Irish Pub Pubs in Ennistimon

Just what Ennistimon needed - another pub with aspirations. The Nineteenth Bar sits there, looking all smug with its whiskey collection and promises of "authentic Irish atmosphere." As if we were running short on places to drink in County Clare. I'll admit, I walked in ready to pen another scathing review of mediocrity masquerading as charm. But damn them for making it difficult to maintain my professional cynicism. First off, let's address the elephant in the room - The Nineteenth Bar in Ennistimon isn't trying to reinvent the wheel. It's a pub. It serves drinks. There's music sometimes. Stop the presses. Yet somehow, despite my best efforts to remain unimpressed, the place has a way of wearing down your defenses like a persistent Irish drizzle. The whiskey selection, which I fully intended to dismiss as pretentious, is actually... impressive. There, I said it. The bar staff, who I assumed would be the typical "sure, whatever" types, display an almost annoying level of knowledge about their spirits. Ask them about any bottle, and they'll give you a dissertation on its origins, complete with tasting notes that don't sound like they were copied from the back of the bottle. The space itself strikes that infuriatingly perfect balance between cozy and claustrophobic. During quiet afternoons, you can actually hear yourself think - a rare commodity in Irish pubs these days. The outdoor seating area, which I was prepared to mock as a sad attempt to appear continental, turns out to be a rather pleasant spot to watch Ennistimon life unfold while nursing a perfectly poured pint. Speaking of pints - and I can't believe I'm writing this - they know their way around a Guinness. Yes, yes, every pub in Ireland claims to pour the perfect pint, but The Nineteenth Bar actually delivers. The wait is exactly right, the temperature spot-on, and the head... well, let's just say Arthur himself would approve. Their selection of other beers is solid too, though why you'd order anything else in a proper Irish pub is beyond me. The live music nights (because of course there are live music nights) somehow manage to avoid the usual tourist-trap performances of "Whiskey in the Jar" on endless repeat. Instead, you might actually encounter genuine local talent playing something that doesn't make you want to flee to the nearest monastery for some peace and quiet. Price-wise, it sits in that sweet spot where you can't quite complain but also can't quite celebrate. You're paying standard pub rates for above-standard execution - a fact that pains me to acknowledge. The cocktails, when they venture beyond the basics, show surprising competence, though I maintain that ordering a mojito in an Irish pub is still grounds for deportation. The crowd is a mix of locals (actual locals, not the "I moved here three months ago" variety) and visitors who somehow stumbled upon the place. The regulars don't give you that "you're sitting in my great-grandfather's seat" stare, which is refreshing. The staff manages to remember faces and drink preferences without making a show of it - a subtle art that's becoming increasingly rare. For sports enthusiasts (you know who you are), they've got the matches on without letting it dominate the atmosphere. You can watch the game without feeling like you're in a betting shop, and the sound is kept at a level that allows actual conversation - a concept that seems to elude many establishments. Let's be clear - The Nineteenth Bar in Ennistimon isn't revolutionizing the Irish pub scene. It's not trying to be the next big thing or earn a Michelin star for its peanuts. What it is doing - and I'm gritting my teeth as I write this - is running a proper pub properly. In an age where every other establishment is trying to be an Instagram backdrop with a liquor license, there's something almost revolutionary about that. If you find yourself in Ennistimon (and there are worse places to find yourself), The Nineteenth Bar deserves your attention. Not because it's breaking new ground, but because it's maintaining the old ground with unexpected grace. Go for the whiskey, stay for the atmosphere, and tell them the grumpy reviewer sent you. Just don't expect me to admit I've become a regular. Even if I have.