Bed And Breakfast Pubs in Westport

Looking for that perfect blend of cozy Irish charm and seaside magic? McLoughlin's of Mulranny in Westport is about to become your new favorite story to tell. Trust me, this isn't just another pub-slash-B&B along the Wild Atlantic Way – it's the kind of place where "just stopping in for one pint" turns into "remember that amazing weekend?" The moment you walk through McLoughlin's doors, you'll feel like you've stumbled into the Ireland of your dreams (you know, the one where everyone's your best friend and the views look Photoshopped even when they're not). The pub downstairs is giving major traditional-meets-trendy vibes, but it's that jaw-dropping terrace that's going to make your Instagram followers lose their minds. Picture yourself sipping a perfectly poured Guinness while watching the sun paint the sky in colors you didn't even know existed. Yeah, it's THAT kind of place. But wait, it gets better. The rooms upstairs? They're not just rooms – they're your front-row tickets to the most spectacular show on earth. We're talking sea views that'll make you want to become a morning person (I know, wild, right?). The wooden furniture and spacious layouts feel like they belong in one of those fancy travel magazines, but without the stuffiness that makes you afraid to put your feet up. Let's talk about the food because OH. MY. GOD. The kitchen at McLoughlin's of Mulranny is performing actual miracles. Their feather blade of beef? It's the kind of dish that makes you close your eyes and do that little happy food dance. And the sole on the bone with mushroom sauce? *chef's kiss* It's the perfect excuse to extend your stay "just one more night" (which, between us, is exactly what you're going to end up doing). The staff here? They're literally the best. Like, imagine your favorite aunt combined with your coolest friend who always knows where the party is. They've got this magical ability to make you feel like you've been coming here for years, even if it's your first visit. Pat behind the bar (local legend, by the way) pours a Guinness that would make St. Patrick himself weep with joy. Here's the real tea: McLoughlin's isn't just a place to stay – it's the kind of spot that turns random weekends into core memories. Whether you're planning a romantic getaway (those sunset views though!), a friend's reunion (the terrace was MADE for group photos), or just need a slice of paradise to call home for a few days, this place delivers. And can we talk about location? Mulranny is basically the perfect launchpad for all your Wild Atlantic Way adventures. But fair warning: you might find yourself "accidentally" skipping some sightseeing just to spend more time on that terrace. No judgment here – we've all been there. Pro tip: Book a sea-view room. Yes, they're all gorgeous, but waking up to that vista? It's the kind of start to your day that makes everything better. And definitely make dinner reservations – the word's out about their kitchen magic, and tables fill up faster than a pint glass on a Friday night. Listen, I could go on about McLoughlin's of Mulranny all day (and trust me, I have), but here's the bottom line: this isn't just another stop on your Westport itinerary. This is the place your future self will thank you for discovering. The place where "quick drinks" turn into epic evenings, where breakfast views compete with five-star resorts, and where every visit feels like coming home (if home had incredible food and the best pints in County Mayo). Don't just add this to your "maybe someday" list – make it your next destination. McLoughlin's of Mulranny is waiting to be your new favorite story, your go-to recommendation, and quite possibly the best decision you'll make this year. See you on the terrace! 🌅

Just what Ireland needed - another quaint pub-slash-B&B in Westport claiming to offer that elusive "authentic experience." Brannens of Newport had me rolling my eyes before I even crossed the threshold, preparing myself for the usual tired collection of dusty Guinness memorabilia and suspicious-looking bedding. But curse this place for making me eat my words along with some surprisingly impressive homemade granola. Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, Brannens of Newport sits squarely in tourist-trap territory in Westport, and yes, it's exactly the sort of establishment that makes Americans misty-eyed about their great-great-grandmother's cousin's dog who once lived in County Mayo. But here's the thing - they've somehow managed to transcend the clichés while simultaneously embracing them, like that annoying friend who's irritatingly good at everything. The rooms, which I approached with the skepticism of a cat being offered a bath, turned out to be almost offensively well-maintained. Room 10 (which I'm reluctantly sharing because apparently, I'm not completely dead inside) offers the mythical combination of actual soundproofing from the pub below and a bed that doesn't feel like it dates back to the Great Famine. The shower - and I can't believe I'm getting excited about plumbing - has the kind of water pressure that makes you question everything you've ever known about Irish accommodations. But it's the breakfast that really forced me to abandon my carefully cultivated cynicism. The homemade granola (yes, I'm mentioning it again) is the kind of thing that makes you wonder if you've been doing mornings wrong your entire life. It's served with fresh fruit that actually tastes like fruit, not those sad, pale imitations you usually find at breakfast buffets. The full Irish breakfast manages to be both traditional and somehow not a heart attack on a plate - a feat I previously thought impossible. Then there's John, the owner, who runs this place with the precision of a Swiss watch maker and the warmth of your favorite uncle (you know, the one who actually remembers your birthday). He's managed to train his staff to hit that sweet spot between attentive and hovering - a concept that seems to elude most hospitality establishments in the western hemisphere. The pub itself deserves its own paragraph, if only because it's committed none of the cardinal sins of Irish pub renovation. No tacky "Irish" memorabilia ordered wholesale from China. No garish lighting that makes everyone look like they're auditioning for a zombie film. Instead, it's maintained that perfectly worn-in feel that actually comes from decades of use rather than a designer's "vintage" vision board. What's particularly infuriating about Brannens of Newport is how it manages to be popular without being insufferable. The pub can be packed on a Saturday night (and it frequently is), yet somehow you won't hear a peep in your room above. It's like they've discovered some architectural magic that the rest of Westport's establishments haven't quite figured out yet. For families - and I can't believe I'm about to recommend a pub-hotel to people traveling with children - it's surprisingly suitable. They've managed to create an environment that's family-friendly without making childless travelers want to book the next flight out. It's a balancing act that deserves some sort of hospitality Oscar, if such a thing existed. Location-wise, it's perfect for exploring Westport, though I'm still trying to figure out if that's a pro or a con. You're within striking distance of everything the town has to offer, which means you have no excuse not to explore (even if your bed is calling your name after that extra pint of Guinness). Look, I didn't want to like Brannens of Newport. I really didn't. But much like that friend who keeps beating you at pool while remaining impossibly nice about it, this place has worn down my defenses through sheer competence and charm. If you must stay in Westport (and let's face it, there are worse places to find yourself), you might as well do it properly. Book a room here, order the granola at breakfast, and prepare to reluctantly add another five-star review to their already irritatingly positive collection. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.