Carroll's Bar

Just what New Ross needed - another pub. As if Ireland's Ancient East wasn't already swimming in watering holes, Carroll's Bar has planted its flag in this riverside town, daring to suggest it's somehow different from the countless other establishments where you can wet your whistle. I approached with the enthusiasm of a cat being dragged to the vet.

But damn them for making me eat my words.

The first thing that strikes you about Carroll's Bar in New Ross isn't what it has - it's what it doesn't have. No pretentious gastropub menu featuring "deconstructed" shepherd's pie. No craft beer list longer than War and Peace. No bartenders who think they're auditioning for a mixology reality show. Just a proper Irish pub that remembers what pubs are actually for: drinking, talking, and occasionally glancing at a pool table while pretending you could definitely make that shot if you wanted to.

Speaking of pool tables, they've got three of them. Three. In an age where most pubs are ripping out their tables to make room for more Instagram-worthy seating arrangements, Carroll's has doubled down on actual entertainment. The audacity of providing something people might genuinely enjoy doing.

The renovation work is annoyingly well-done. They've managed that impossible feat of combining old and new without making either look out of place - like watching Helen Mirren rock a leather jacket. The original features blend seamlessly with modern touches, creating an atmosphere that's both fresh and familiar. It's frustratingly competent.

But the real surprise lurking at Carroll's Bar is the outdoor area. In a country where "outdoor seating" usually means huddling under a dripping awning while trying to light a cigarette in horizontal rain, they've created something actually... pleasant. There's even a small chipper attached at the back, because apparently, they understand that drunk people occasionally need food. Revolutionary concept, I know.

The staff, curse them, are genuinely friendly without being overbearing. None of that forced "top of the morning" nonsense tourists expect. Just actual human beings who seem to enjoy their jobs, or at least fake it convincingly enough that you can't tell the difference. They remember faces, drinks, and manage to keep the place spotless - including the toilets, which are clean enough to make you question whether you're still in a pub at all.

Let's talk about that cleanliness for a moment. The bathrooms are so immaculate you could perform surgery in them. I'm not suggesting you should, mind you, but you could. It's almost suspicious. I spent a good ten minutes trying to find something to criticize and left feeling personally attacked by their attention to detail.

They've even gone and provided a courtesy van service, because apparently, they're determined to be thoughtful about patron safety. How dare they be so responsible? What's next - free water without having to ask for it?

For groups, Carroll's Bar in New Ross is irritatingly perfect. The layout accommodates both the rowdy birthday crowd and the quiet corner drinkers without either party wanting to murder the other. The space flows naturally, like someone actually thought about how people move through a pub instead of just cramming in as many seats as possible and calling it a day.

The live music setup is proper - none of that "guy with a guitar in the corner drowning in his own reverb" nonsense. When they host music, they do it right, with enough space for both the musicians and the audience to exist without one having to apologize to the other.

Here's the thing about Carroll's Bar that really gets under my skin: it's a proper pub that knows exactly what it is and doesn't try to be anything else. In an era where every other establishment is trying to reinvent the wheel with molecular gastronomy and LED-lit toilet seats, Carroll's has stuck to the fundamentals and executed them flawlessly.

Look, I didn't want to like Carroll's Bar. I really didn't. But if you're in New Ross and you're looking for a genuine Irish pub experience without any of the tourist trap trappings, you'll end up here. And worse still, you'll probably come back. The car park's free, the welcome's warm, and the pints are proper. I hate that I'm saying this, but go. Just go. And if you see me there, pretend you didn't read this review. I have a reputation to maintain.