Powers Pub

Just what rural Ireland needed - another pub. Powers Pub in Cappamore initially struck me as yet another quaint village watering hole, the kind that dots the countryside like freckles on a redhead. But sometimes, dear readers, even a jaded critic must eat their words (along with surprisingly decent pub snacks).

Let's address the elephant in the room: Powers Pub isn't trying to reinvent the wheel. It's a proper Irish pub in Cappamore that serves proper pints, and if you're rolling your eyes thinking "groundbreaking," I was right there with you. But there's something almost annoying about how genuinely welcoming this place is, like that irritatingly pleasant colleague who turns out to be - god forbid - actually nice.

The first thing that caught my attention was the pour. In a world where perfectly drawn pints are becoming as rare as affordable housing, Powers Pub's bartenders treat each Guinness like it's a precious artifact. The head settles into that crisp white dome that would make your grandfather weep with joy. And yes, I'm aware how pretentious it sounds to wax poetic about beer foam, but here we are.

The atmosphere hits that sweet spot between "local's living room" and "tourist-friendly" that so many pubs attempt and spectacularly botch. The outdoor seating area - because apparently even Irish weather occasionally permits al fresco drinking - manages to be both practical and pleasant. Though I suspect it sees about as much use as a snowplow in the Sahara, it's there when you need it.

What really gets under my skin is how the staff maintains their genuine friendliness even during busy periods. I tried - really tried - to catch them dropping the ball during a packed evening of sports viewing (yes, they show the matches, and no, you won't miss a crucial moment because someone's grandmother needed to adjust the antenna). But they handled the crowd with the kind of efficiency that makes you wonder if they've secretly cloned themselves.

Speaking of sports, the viewing setup is surprisingly well-thought-out. Multiple screens are positioned so you won't develop neck strain trying to catch the action, and the sound levels are managed so you can actually hold a conversation without screaming like you're at a metal concert. It's almost like they... care about customer comfort? Suspicious.

The drinks menu is refreshingly unpretentious. You won't find any craft cocktails with locally foraged herbs and artisanal ice cubes (thank heaven for small mercies). What you will find is a solid selection of beers, wines, and spirits served without fuss or flourish. And while the prices won't make your wallet sob uncontrollably - a rarity these days - the quality hasn't been sacrificed on the altar of affordability.

Let's talk about those occasional finger food baskets that make their way around during busy evenings. They're not going to win any Michelin stars, but they're exactly what you want after a few pints: simple, satisfying, and free. Yes, free. In 2024. I'm as shocked as you are.

The location, right in the heart of Cappamore, means you can stumble upon Powers Pub even if you're not looking for it (though why you wouldn't be is beyond me at this point). Street parking is free, which in today's world feels like finding money in your jacket from last winter.

Here's the truly infuriating part: I can't even properly complain about the place. Trust me, I've tried. Powers Pub in Cappamore has managed to do what so many establishments fail at - simply being a good pub. No gimmicks, no pretense, just solid service, well-kept drinks, and an atmosphere that makes you want to stay for "just one more."

So fine, Powers Pub, you win. To anyone visiting Cappamore or finding themselves within a reasonable radius: yes, go there. Watch a match, have a pint, enjoy the inexplicably good service. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.