I don't drink, so me going to an Irish pub is like the beginning of a bad joke. It makes no sense.
But, I ended up at one on Friday, mainly because I didn't want to drive to the spot I was originally going to way out near Lawrenceville. (I was coming from the airport, and it just seemed too far. Gas is $4.) Just as I was thinking I needed to decide on some other place, there on the right along Main Street West was .
The first thing I noticed is that there was no one there. There were exactly two cars in the parking lot. It was 2 p.m., so I kind of expected them to be a little busy. I was wrong. Only the music streaming from the inside and the door slightly askew told me they were open.
I walked in -- very slowly and carefully. There was someone sitting down -- a cook I think -- fiddling with some paperwork. I walked by him two times, and he didn't even say hi. I thought that was rude.
When the waitress finally materialized, she didn't seem all that interested in me either. It was almost like she was tired, or mad, or tired and mad. I don't know, but I decided I didn't like her.
However, when she vanished into the kitchen to get my water and then reappeared seconds later, she was a new, bubbly person. Turns out her name is Erica, she's 26, she has two children, she's married, she is addicted to her cell phone, and her mom used to make Shepherd's Pie when she was a kid. She ended up being the only thing that made my lunch interesting.
The "Shepard's Pie" I had, on the other hand, was plain boring. Now, I do not know what it is supposed to taste like, so that's my disclaimer. But, the one I had didn't have any seasoning. Three forkfuls, and I was over it. I sent it back. (It was $10.99. Oh, and yes that is how it is spelled on the menu.)
Next, I went for the corn beef sandwich with a salad, $8.99. I know what the sandwich is supposed to taste like, so this did not disappoint. I'll probably go a whole week now wanting to put sauerkraut on everything.
I also had the potato skins (with cheese, bacon, and sour cream), $5.99. They were normal. About what I would expect.
When it came time for dessert, I asked the thing I always ask: Does the restaurant actually make any of its desserts? The Dublin Pub & Grill doesn't, so I took a pass. Cheesecake is cheesecake is cheesecake.
By then, Erica's husband and baby had come in, and a delivery guy was there. He had to come through the main dining area to the kitchen, which I thought was super weird. Eventually, he went to stand outside to smoke with the cook. (Maybe they know each other?)
On the weekends, Erica said the crowd picks up. Friday and Saturday nights are best, she said. Karaoke is always fun, despite any bad singers. St. Patrick's Day seemed like it was one of their busiest ever, she added.
So, all in all, I do not know what to think about this place. Maybe I should just go back on a weekend night.
The Dublin & Grill is located at 3902 Highway 78 West and is open Monday and Tuesday, 4 p.m. - 2 a.m.; Wednesday - Saturday, 1 p.m. - 2 a.m.; and Sunday, 12 p.m. - 12 a.m. (These times are different from the website, and reflect a notice posted on the front door of the restaurant.) Phone number is 678-805-8403. See the menu here.