St. Patrick's — Restaurant in Valencia

We decided to go for some Irish luck, luck needs Mendes, not vice versa, remember what he said, so why not go for Saint Patrick's in a non Saint Patrick's Day.

First impression was the nice and attractive staff, they put the match of The Glorious when we asked, Benfica won at the end, we swiped the floor easily, he was a bit Impulsive when they didn't put the commentaries, but with a very good music selection he let that go (The Doors, Sonic Youth, Beatles, Supertram, etc). Mendes was super happy, and upset, because they should've scored 6, the amount of times he scored in his wedding. The Avenger, thanks to this bar stated "Valencia after all is not a hole, has something to offer, it's quite pleasant"; very good ventilation system as well; there was some foosball in a hidden area, where we listened a lot of screams, not always consistent with the good practise of the sport (we thought it was more than just a game) Mendes tanktop kept bringing people's attention, they wanted to touch is nipple that was always trying to sneak out of the shirt (and it moves) We keep seeing Mendes happier everyday after the Divorce, he was laughing a lot, clapping to the sound of live music, the band was called, "Mendes, the Mendinhos and little Mendes Corporation", Peter, the leadsinger played and sang pretty well, we saw a perfect chemistry between him and The Best in the World, the real Mendes! He played Mendes playlist, because that's what he wanted, Pearl Jam, Radiohead, Cranberries, Don McLean, The Pogues, Green Day. He even said, when I marry again, Peter will play in my wedding, and it's so good that I want to marry a couple of times more. Again this was the happiest Mendes since divorce, even when we swiped all those, french, Spanish, and illegal immigrants after playing football. It's for sure a 10/10 but here 5 is the max! Best Irish Bar, where the golden pot was the Divorcee golden hair and...

It's honestly like stepping back in time into a traditional pub. In a good way. I've not been to Ireland but pubs in England and Scotland are exactly like this.

If you want to know what those traditional pubs are like, then go here. It's very authentic. It only lacks a carpet which is suspiciously spongey and sticky and a vague smell of cigarettes which were smoked in the 1970s and whose aroma has lingered until today.

This is gonnae sound like a list of negative things but trust me it's actually good. Dark, gloomy, all dark wood furniture. I grew up with places exactly like this. It's a perfect replica.

TVs show whatever football (soccer) game is most in demand, or highlights if there's no a game on right then. I've been there on a big game night, though, and the place was RAMMED. I never stood a chance of getting to the bar. Like I said, totally authentic!

Staff all speak perfect English and the Spanish lassie understood ma Scottish accent better than the laddie from Carlise. But nae worries. It's a traditional Irish pub so he'll no be teased ruthlessly by her about that for the next decade or anything.

I only popped in to use the toilets (the lights turn on and off at random in there for some reason) but ended up having a nice wee chat with the bar staff too.

Prices expensive (8 euros for a brandy and coke) but meh. It's central Valencia. Them's the prices around here these days.

Great place, perfect replica of a pub, amazingly authentic atmosphere, risky toilets....

I am living since 2017 in Valencia. In August I went for a pint with my boys our bartender was this very nice redhead named Barbara. This evening Barbara sent my life in a whole different direction. She told me that a girl some tables away was trying to hit on me. As a gentleman I bought her some drinks and we had a amazing night toghether. Fast forward in 2020 right before covid hit, I married this girl, the women of my life. To celebrate our anniversary we went again to St. pats and again my wingwoman Barbara was working. However, this time it wasn’t as nice as the years before. When my wife went to the toilet, Barbara told me that she saw her cheating on me some weeks ago. My world shattered and I went through a horrific divorce. Barbara was right but this b** cheated like every weekend since we married each other And she even took my dog. My life felt apart and when I realized that I didn’t wanted to live anymore I decided to go for a last beer at the st. Pats. What a surprise, Barbara was also working. I told her about my life and how I wanted to end it. Thankfully god sent me this person. She talked me out of my stupid idea and through her kind character I realized that the world isn’t as bad as I thought. St. Patrick’s is a pub, where a lot can happen but it is also a home with amazing people like Barbara. She saved me, even though I had never tipped her. But that just shows her altruistic treats. Btw the chips...