Irish Murphy's Hobart — Restaurant in Hobart

Well ... After a walk from hotel how is a choice of a good Irish pub .. you would think the sun was shining on our back and mum had sent me a hundred pounds only realising she had already sealed the envelope ... Tables were vacant and the one we chose had just been vacated . The Asian waitress grabbed the plates only to neglect coming back to wipe .. so had to ask her. At the same time hubby was asking the bar staff .. to be sure , to be sure .... Ooops double whammy .. after a laugh all was good.. cheesy garlic bread , me mammy would be proud ... Then then the Irish stew .. I am sorry but coming from Liverpool Irish .. this is not traditional. This was more a skint families stew ..few pieces of lamb .. nice and tender but No fookin veges .. a big dollop of mash tator. .. I took to bar where a young gent had his back to me texting his mammy on what time he would be home ( I hope ! ) .. anyhow I challenged them on the Irish version of stew ... Veges.. , non , Nada, lost in the gluggy thick sauce ( to brown, use soy sauce ) or lamb juices. ... .. I was told by lovely young lady I would get roast vege on side and I did !!! I added to dish and immediately took me back to war torn northern island , fighting the protestants back from our door with the best Irish stew in the county... Or was it scouse ? Traditional stew from Liverpool .. either way it improved greatly . My hubbies bangers and mash fared better though he said they used same pot for veges ... .. so let the leprechaun find his pot of gold , costing $26 for this sad morsal...

As a lad from Killarney who’s found himself on the other side of the world, from time to time I feel myself missing some of my home comforts and the one at the very top of that list is a drop of black custard.

Getting a good Guinness outside of the Emerald Isle is hard to come by, so I thought this would be no easy task. I decided to surf the web to find a local Irish boozer satiate my urge where I stumbled across this outfit.

I walked through the doors at ‘Irish Murphy’s’ and had a feeling commonly felt as an Irishman abroad watching his culture being appropriated by a Country lacking any culture of its own, ‘Is this how we are viewed by the world? All Ireland has to show for its centuries of innovations and the long lasting footprint in the arts, is a tacky taproom with a Brit to serve us’.

But I was so wrong! Jordan behind the bar was great craic. I’m someone that holds a grudge against the Brits but Jordan’s charm and disarming nature completely disolved hundreds of years of hatred within an instance. The vibe was so jolly and welcoming it felt like a disservice not to stay until close.

The joyful and welcoming ambience created by the staff could’ve had me fooled that I was back in Kerry. There was music, dancing and non-stop good vibes. Even at one point the chant ‘Ooh ahh Up the RA’ started ringing around the establishment, which was lead by no other than the British barman Jordan!

For anyone in the area looking for a lovely drop of the Black schtuff, a sing song and great craic look no further than...

Never been to Tasmania so I said I check out the local Irish Bar. I arrived to a relatively quiet bar. It was on Saturday the 12th October 2024 about 5pm. The girl working behind the bar was new to the job but was doing very well..I ordered just a Guinness, she asked "was that all?" I laughed and said "yes for the time being", (she observently clocked me looking at the food Menu) she was nice and very professional. She began to pull my pint and as is customary and I'm guessing she was taught to do the two stage pull. So far so good. I even encouraged her to take her time. She knew it and said "I just want to make sure it's perfect." " Lovely" i thought "someone who cares!" I was more than happy to wait, Before the Guinness had settled sufficiently her colleagues asked my barmaid if she knew who that pint (pointing to mine) was for she said yes and then before it settled to any degree of appropriate he finished the drink. I could tell she was bemused, as was I and she tried to speak up by saying that it wasn't quite ready, he just said "no, it's fine" but he just insisted on carrying on by doing so he undermined her and didn't do the Guinness justice. I feel sorry for that poor girl learning cowboy bar work from her older colleague, if this is the standard then it's a sad state of affairs. Best of luck in the future Irish Murphys you' ll need it. Sorry guys but it's a soul-less place. I left after that...