If you hike your way up Barrack Street you’ll eventually find your way to Tom Barry’s, near The Tower Inn and directly across the road from Nancy Spains. It’s not a huge pub but it is quite comfortable and has (rather unexpectedly) a nice sized beer garden to the rear.
A few of us visited there on an impromptu pub review session recently. We ordered our drinks and made the usual small-talk at the bar when, after already taking the order, the barmaid turned and said “not tonight lads” or something to similar effect. Apparently we had already had our fill of drink, despite the fact that we had all (with the exception of our designated driver) only had one drink in the previous pub. It’s something you may expect if you’re in a very large group, maybe being a bit rowdy, probably not dressed in an acceptable way or being rude to the staff. We were none of the above. After standing there for several seconds in a mixture of stunned silence and absolute disbelief, three members of our group decided to leave and not bother contesting the fact whilst the last stayed on to try and get some sense out of the barmaid.
Apparently, and personally I find this to be the most idiotic excuse I’ve ever heard, the reason we were refused is because it appeared one of our group was too drunk to stay there. Who you may ask? Who is this alcohol infused gent who ruined our admittedly short night out? None other than our designated driver! Yes, the very person who was sipping on Coca-Cola products all night and driving us all home was obviously too drunk to sit in a bar, sipping on a 7up. Not vodka and 7up, not even 7up and crisps! Plain ol’ fizzy lemon & lime 7up.
Needless to say, the whole experience was highly embarrassing and quite infuriating and even if she had backed down and served our order, none of us would have stayed. The same member of our group who challenged her returned the next day to find out exactly what the issue was, only to be fed a completely different story than the previous night. It was now completely certain that there was no valid reason for her to refuse our service. Perhaps the tills were full for that night and they couldn’t possibly fit our money in no matter how much they tried. Couldn’t even shoehorn it in. It certainly wasn’t because we were drunk, rowdy, noisy or dressed incorrectly. Neither were we abusive or anyway interested in any kind of conflict after we were refused.
All this from one of the friendliest pubs in the city… supposedly anyway. I could use several words to describe the welcome you get in this pub, but they would all lack the required impact when read. Instead they should be shouted from the rooftops; perhaps of Nancy Spains. I sincerely doubt any of us will be in a rush to get back to Tom Barry’s. I’m certain I won’t be back there anyway. The friendliest pub around? I’m not too sure, I think I could find a friendlier pub in Loyalist Belfast. That’s a stretch, coming from a Catholic and all…
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