Parkside

Just what Gorey needed - another pub. Because clearly, what this quaint Irish town was desperately missing was one more establishment serving pints to the locals. Yet here I am, reluctantly admitting that Parkside in Gorey has managed to carve out its own distinct niche in a landscape already saturated with watering holes.

Let's be honest - I approached Parkside with the kind of skepticism reserved for people who claim they've seen leprechauns. The exterior is unassuming, almost defiantly so, as if daring you to walk past. But like that one friend who won't stop pestering you about their "amazing" local, I found myself being drawn back, time and again, against my better judgment.

The first thing that hits you is the cleanliness. I know, I know - praising a pub for being clean is like congratulating someone for wearing pants. It should be a given. But Parkside in Gorey takes it to an almost obsessive level. The bathrooms - and I can't believe I'm writing about pub bathrooms - are spotless enough to make a surgeon feel at home. It's almost suspicious, really.

Then there's the Guinness. Now, every pub in Ireland claims to pour the perfect pint, much like every grandmother claims to make the best brown bread. But here's the thing - Parkside actually delivers. The pint is properly settled, with a cream-colored head so pristine it looks like it belongs in a Guinness advertisement. I've tried to find fault with it, I really have. But after multiple "research" visits (purely professional, of course), I've had to concede defeat.

The atmosphere is where Parkside really starts showing off. It manages to walk that impossibly fine line between lively and overwhelming. On Saturday nights, there's live music that doesn't make you want to stick forks in your ears - a rare achievement in itself. The regular customers, who I initially suspected might form an unwelcoming clique, turn out to be more welcoming than a grandmother at Christmas dinner.

Ger and Kathy, who run the place, have mastered the art of authentic Irish hospitality without falling into the tourist-trap clichés. They remember your name, your drink, and probably your life story, but somehow manage to do it without being intrusive. It's like having a drink in someone's living room, if that someone happened to be exceptionally good at running a pub.

The beer garden deserves special mention, if only because it manages to be an actual garden rather than three plastic chairs next to a smoking area. They even fire up the BBQ occasionally, proving that Irish weather pessimism can sometimes be overcome. And yes, you can actually read a book out there without being treated like you're performing an avant-garde art installation.

For sports enthusiasts (or as I prefer to call them, people who enjoy shouting at screens), Parkside offers excellent viewing facilities. The screens are positioned so that you can actually see them - a concept that seems to have eluded many pub designers. And somehow, they've managed to create an atmosphere where both die-hard fans and casual observers can coexist without civil war breaking out.

The payment system has been dragged into the 21st century, accepting everything from cash to contactless, which is more than can be said for some establishments still operating like it's 1952. There's free street parking outside, though after a few of those perfectly poured pints, you'll want to be leaving the car at home anyway.

Look, I didn't want to like Parkside in Gorey. I really didn't. My professional cynicism took a serious hit the moment I realized I was actually looking forward to coming back. But sometimes you have to admit when you're wrong, and this is one of those times. If you're in Gorey and in need of a pint, some entertainment, or just a spot where you can exist comfortably for a few hours without explanation, Parkside is irritatingly perfect for the job. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.