Dec's Bar - The Plunkett Inn

Just what Roscommon needed - another pub. Dec's Bar - The Plunkett Inn sits there on the street like it's been waiting for me to walk in and find something wrong with it. And believe me, I tried. The weathered facade practically begged for criticism, but something about this place got under my skin in the most annoyingly endearing way possible.

Let's address the elephant in the room - it's a traditional Irish pub in a town that probably has more pubs than people. What could possibly make Dec's Bar - The Plunkett Inn stand out in Roscommon's saturated scene of watering holes? Well, damn it all, quite a bit actually.

First off, the Guinness. I've had my fair share of mediocre pints across Ireland, but the pour here is simply... perfect. I hate admitting that. The creamy head sits just so, the cascade is hypnotic, and the temperature is spot-on. It's like they've got some sort of dark sorcery going on behind that bar, and Declan (yes, that's Dec himself) is the wizard in charge.

Speaking of Declan, there's something suspiciously genuine about his hospitality. In an age where authentic Irish pub charm often feels as manufactured as a Lucky Charms commercial, he manages to make you feel like you've been coming here for years, even if it's your first visit. Trust me, I wanted to find his friendly demeanor artificial, but the man's about as authentic as they come.

The space itself is deceptively well-thought-out. A pool table that doesn't feel crammed in (miracle of miracles), comfortable seating that doesn't look like it was salvaged from a skip, and - hold onto your hats - actual outdoor seating that isn't just a couple of wobbling tables pressed against a wall. They've even managed to create those cozy nooks that every proper pub should have, perfect for both quiet conversations and hiding from people you're avoiding.

The live music nights are another reluctant highlight. Usually, pub music can range from bearable to "dear god, make it stop," but whoever books the acts here has surprisingly good taste. The volume actually allows for conversation - a concept that seems to elude most venues these days.

The prices? Well, here's where I thought I'd finally find something to properly moan about. But no, they had to go and be reasonable too. You're not going to need a second mortgage for a night out, which in today's economy feels almost suspicious. The value-for-money ratio is irritatingly favorable.

Now, let's talk about the crowd. Unlike some Roscommon establishments that seem to attract a rather... specific clientele, Dec's Bar manages to pull in an impressively diverse mix. You'll find locals who've probably had the same bar stool since the place opened, tourists who stumbled upon it by chance and now won't leave, and even the occasional group of young professionals who haven't yet succumbed to exclusively drinking craft beer.

The sports-watching experience here deserves mention. The screens are positioned so you can actually see them (revolutionary, I know), and they've somehow mastered the art of maintaining atmosphere during matches without turning the place into a stadium-style shouting match.

For those concerned about practicalities, they take cards (welcome to the 21st century), there's actual parking nearby (both on-street and in a proper lot), and - brace yourselves - the bathrooms are clean. I know, I was shocked too.

Look, I didn't want to like Dec's Bar - The Plunkett Inn. I really didn't. Roscommon has enough pubs that finding fault with one more should have been as easy as finding rain in Ireland. But here I am, recommending that you visit this absurdly well-run establishment with its perfectly poured pints, genuine hospitality, and atmosphere that feels like a warm hug from an old friend. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.