Sports Bar Pubs in Sligo

Just what Sligo needed - another pub claiming to be more than a watering hole. The Belfry Bar sits there on the main drag, practically daring you to be impressed with its grand notions of gastropub aspirations. And yet, here I am, reluctantly admitting that this place might actually be onto something. I'd walked past The Belfry Bar countless times, watching the steady stream of both tourists and locals filing in with equal enthusiasm. "Surely," I thought, "they can't all be wrong?" Finally, curiosity got the better of my cynicism, and I ventured in, fully prepared to pen a scathing review about another mediocre Sligo establishment trading on location alone. The first surprise was the space itself. Unlike the cramped, dark corners of traditional Irish pubs where you're practically sharing your Guinness with the stranger next to you, The Belfry Bar has managed to create distinct areas that somehow maintain the intimate pub atmosphere while giving you room to actually breathe. It's a neat trick, I'll give them that. Speaking of Guinness, let's address the elephant in the room - the pints. In a town where a poorly-pulled pint is practically a criminal offense, The Belfry Bar's staff knows their craft. The wait for the perfect settle might test your patience, but it's worth it. And yes, I'm as shocked as you are to find myself praising something so fundamental. The food menu is where things get interesting, and by interesting, I mean surprisingly competent. Their burger - which I ordered fully expecting the usual pub grub mediocrity - arrived perfectly cooked, juicy, and with none of that "we bought this frozen from a wholesale club" nonsense. The onion rings (my secret litmus test for any kitchen's attention to detail) were crispy, golden, and actually tasted of onion rather than just batter. For those of you who like to watch sports while pretending to have a civilized meal, The Belfry Bar has somehow mastered the art of strategic screen placement. You can catch the match without feeling like you're dining in an electronics store. It's a small mercy, but one I've learned to appreciate. The service walks that fine line between attentive and overbearing, though during peak times you might need to channel your inner assertive self to flag someone down. That said, the staff's knowledge of both food and drink menus is impressively comprehensive, and they're genuinely helpful without the rehearsed script feeling you get at chain establishments. Live music features regularly, and unlike many venues where it's an excuse to blast your eardrums into next week, they've managed to create an atmosphere where you can actually hold a conversation while enjoying the entertainment. It's almost as if someone put actual thought into the acoustics. Imagine that. The pricing sits squarely in the "reasonable enough that you won't feel robbed, but high enough to remind you you're not in a dive bar" category. Main courses hover in that sweet spot where you might briefly consider the cost but order anyway because, let's face it, you're not going to do better elsewhere in town for the quality. For families - yes, they do cater to the smaller humans among us with a children's menu that goes beyond the usual frozen chicken nuggets. It's refreshing to see a place that doesn't treat feeding children as an afterthought, even if watching kids in a pub still feels somewhat contradictory to my sensibilities. The Belfry Bar has done something I didn't think possible in Sligo - created a space that works equally well for a casual pint, a proper meal, or an evening's entertainment without completely botching any of them. The outdoor seating area, when weather permits (which, let's be honest, is about three days a year in Ireland), is particularly pleasant. Look, I didn't want to like The Belfry Bar. I really didn't. But between the consistently good food, the well-kept pints, and an atmosphere that somehow manages to be all things to all people without feeling contrived, they've worn down my professional skepticism. So go ahead, book a table, order that burger, and enjoy proving me wrong. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.

Just what Sligo needed - another pub claiming to serve "the best pint of Guinness" in town. Gracie's Bar Sligo materialized on the scene with all the familiar trappings: dark wood, promises of "authentic atmosphere," and locals swearing it's different from the other dozen watering holes within stumbling distance. I arrived determined to find fault, armed with years of pub criticism and a healthy skepticism of anywhere that broadcasts live sports while simultaneously attempting to maintain cocktail bar pretensions. I'll grudgingly admit my first impression wasn't terrible. Gracie's Bar Sligo has somehow managed to thread the needle between traditional Irish pub and modern establishment without completely botching either. The interior stops just short of theme-park-Irish, which is more than I can say for half the pubs in this town. The Guinness? Fine, I'll say it - it's exceptional. The pour is methodical, the settle time respected like a religious observation, and the temperature perfect enough to make even Dublin publicans nod in approval. I watched the barman execute it with the kind of precision usually reserved for brain surgery or defusing bombs. It's irritating when places actually deliver on their bragging rights. What's more annoying is that they're not content to rest on their perfectly-poured laurels. The cocktail program would be at home in establishments charging twice as much in cities ten times the size. Their Devil's Chimney cocktail (named, I assume, after the local waterfall) is the kind of drink that makes you forget you came in planning to stick to pints. During their Friday cocktail special, you can sample two for €15, which is the kind of value that makes me question my life choices as a critic. The staff situation presents an interesting paradox. When they're attending to you, the service is surprisingly competent - knowledgeable about both the traditional pub offerings and the more ambitious cocktail menu. However, catching their attention during peak hours requires the patience of a saint or the strategic positioning of a military tactician. I've seen shorter queues at Vatican City during Easter. Live music here doesn't assault your eardrums with the usual pub fare of butchered Van Morrison covers. The programming shows actual thought, with a mix of traditional and contemporary that manages to please both the tourists and the locals who've heard "Brown Eyed Girl" enough times to last several lifetimes. For sports enthusiasts (I reluctantly count myself among them), they've managed to create viewing areas that don't transform the entire establishment into a screaming arena. The inclusion of Gaelic sports in their regular rotation is a thoughtful touch that probably shouldn't be as rare as it is in Sligo. The food menu... well, here's where I expected to maintain my cynical stance, but they've gone and ruined that too. It's pub fare, yes, but executed with more care than necessary. When they bring you chips, they actually remember the condiments (most of the time), and when they don't, management actually seems to care about making it right. It's the kind of attentiveness that makes it harder to maintain my professional dissatisfaction. Let's talk about the practical stuff: They take cards (including contactless), which shouldn't be noteworthy in 2025 but somehow still is in some Irish pubs. Street parking is available, though you might need to circle the block a few times during peak hours. They accept reservations, which I strongly recommend for weekend evenings unless you enjoy practicing your standing-at-bar endurance skills. The location, in the heart of Sligo, makes it dangerously convenient for both locals and tourists. It's walking distance from most hotels and exactly where you'd want a proper pub to be - accessible enough for your first drink of the evening and close enough to stumble back to when you've had your last. Look, I didn't want to like Gracie's Bar Sligo. I really didn't. But sometimes a place comes along that forces you to retire your well-cultivated cynicism, if only temporarily. Whether you're after a perfect pint, a craft cocktail that wouldn't be out of place in a major metropolitan bar, or just a spot to watch the match without feeling like you've wandered into a football riot, you'll find it here. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.