Charlie St. George

Just what Limerick needed - another pub with a saint's name slapped on it. Charlie St. George sits across from Colbert Station like a defiant holdout against the city's increasingly flashy drinking establishments. I'll admit, I approached with the kind of skepticism usually reserved for gas station sushi or politicians' promises.

The thing about Charlie St. George in Limerick is that it's stubbornly, almost admirably, resistant to modern pub trends. No craft beer flights served on reclaimed wooden planks. No bartenders with handlebar mustaches mixing artisanal gin cocktails. Just an honest-to-goodness Irish pub that's managed to survive without succumbing to the siren song of Instagram-worthy interior design.

And you know what? Maybe that's not such a bad thing.

The Guinness here - and I can't believe I'm saying this - is actually perfect. Not good, not great, but perfect. The kind of pint that makes you question whether you've been settling for mediocrity all these years. They've clearly mastered the 119.5-second pour, and the temperature is spot-on. It's irritatingly well-executed.

The pub's location opposite Limerick's Colbert Station might make you expect a tourist trap, but Charlie St. George has somehow avoided that particular pitfall. Instead, it's become something of a meeting point for retired railway workers, who gather here to share stories that are probably 50% truth and 100% entertaining. Their presence adds an authenticity that no marketing team could ever manufacture.

The interior is refreshingly unpretentious, which is my polite way of saying it hasn't changed much since the Celtic Tiger was just a kitten. But here's the thing - it works. The worn wooden bar, the slightly creaky floors, the old photos on the walls that have been there so long they're practically load-bearing - it all contributes to an atmosphere that feels genuine rather than curated.

Sports fans, you're in luck. The screens are positioned so you can actually see them (a concept that seems to elude many modern establishments), and they show everything from hurling to Premier League matches. The volume is kept at that sweet spot where you can follow the game without having to shout your drink order.

The staff, much to my chagrin, are actually lovely. Not the manufactured cheerfulness you get at chain pubs, but that authentic Irish warmth that makes you feel like you're being welcomed into someone's living room. Though I did catch one bartender giving a slightly puzzled look to a patron with particularly experimental hair - this isn't exactly the place for avant-garde fashion statements.

Price-wise, it's almost suspiciously reasonable. In an era where a pint can cost as much as a small car payment, Charlie St. George in Limerick maintains prices that won't send you into cardiac arrest. It's the kind of place where you can still have a proper night out without having to remortgage your house.

The amenities are basic but functional. Yes, there's a bathroom (always a crucial detail), and yes, it's clean (another pleasant surprise). They take cards - including contactless payments - which drags them firmly into at least the early 2010s, though I spotted more than a few regulars still dealing exclusively in cash.

Here's the truly infuriating part: despite my best efforts to maintain my cynicism, I've grown quite fond of the place. Charlie St. George has achieved something remarkable in Limerick's pub scene - it's remained steadfastly itself in a world of constant reinvention.

If you're looking for craft cocktails, small plates, or anything ending in '-tini', you're in the wrong place. But if you want a properly pulled pint, good craic, and an atmosphere that hasn't been focus-grouped to death, you'll find it here. Just across from Colbert Station, this stubbornly authentic pub serves as a reminder that sometimes, the old ways are the best ways. Go on, give it a try. Just don't blame me when you find yourself becoming a regular.