Sandyford House

Just what Dublin needs - another pub masquerading as a gastropub. The Sandyford House in Dublin's southern suburbs initially struck me as yet another establishment trying to elevate itself beyond the typical Irish drinking hole. Spoiler alert: I was irritatingly wrong.

Let's address the elephant in the room - yes, it's in Sandyford, that peculiar mix of corporate parks and residential areas that feels neither here nor there. But somehow, Sandyford House has managed to create something that shouldn't work but annoyingly does.

I arrived on a Tuesday evening, fully prepared to write a scathing review about mediocre pub grub and lackluster atmosphere. The spacious terrace caught me off guard - it's actually pleasant, damn it. Even in Dublin's perpetually moody weather, they've managed to create an outdoor space that doesn't feel like you're dining in a wind tunnel.

Inside, the interior walks that precarious line between traditional pub charm and modern comfort without falling into the trap of Instagram-bait décor. The sports screens are there, yes, but they're not assaulting your eyeballs from every angle. It's almost like someone actually thought about the layout. How inconsiderate of them to be competent.

The menu is where things get really frustrating - because it's good. Not "good for a pub" good, but legitimately good. The chicken wings (which I ordered purely for standardized comparison purposes, obviously) arrived in a portion size that made me question if they'd misread the order as "feed a small army." They were crispy, well-sauced, and infuriatingly delicious.

Their roast options rotate daily, and the turkey I sampled was embarrassingly well-executed. Moist meat (a phrase I hate using but must acknowledge), proper stuffing, and - the absolute audacity - a Yorkshire pudding that actually rose properly. The gravy wasn't from a packet, which in today's cost-cutting climate is practically revolutionary.

The prices sit in that sweet spot where you can't quite complain but also can't fully celebrate. Main courses hover around the €20 mark, which for Dublin in 2025 is practically charitable. The drink prices won't make you choke on your pint, though they're not quite cheap enough to encourage irresponsible behavior.

What's particularly vexing is the service. In an era where good service has become as rare as a Dublin parking spot, the staff here display an irritating level of competence. They're attentive without hovering, knowledgeable without being pretentious, and - most annoyingly - genuine in their interactions.

Speaking of parking (a subject that usually induces PTSD in Dublin diners), they've somehow managed to secure actual parking spaces. Free ones. In Dublin. I'm still not entirely convinced this isn't some sort of elaborate prank.

The whole "family-friendly" aspect usually sends me running for the hills, but they've managed to create a space where kids can exist without turning the place into a Chuck E. Cheese nightmare. There's a children's menu that serves actual food rather than the usual frozen nugget suspects.

For sports fans (I'm not one, but I'm told this matters), the viewing setup is apparently optimal. Multiple screens, good sight lines, and sound management that doesn't make you feel like you're trapped in a football hooligan's fever dream.

Look, I wanted to hate Sandyford House. I really did. But this Dublin establishment has committed the ultimate sin of being genuinely good at what it does. Whether you're after a solid meal, a decent pint, or a place to watch the match that won't make you question your life choices, it delivers.

Fine. I'll say it. Go to Sandyford House. Book a table, especially for Sunday roast. Just don't tell them I sent you - I have a reputation to maintain.