Murphy's Bar — Restaurant in Warwick

A diamond boozer, as we used to say back in London - this local gem puts many bars and restaurants to shame with its low prices and quality cooked breakfast and mains. The full Irish is brilliant value - a mega for just £8 including a tea, coffee, hot chocolate or juice is easily the cheapest around and uses quality ingredients to boot - two sausages, two bacon, two eggs plus mushrooms, hash browns, beans, tomatoes and toast. The mains list is plain but tasty, I recommend the jerk chicken (Jamaican origin chef) or the burger (house ground beef by the proprietors). You can add egg, bacon, cheese for no extra charge! Burger, chips and salad for £8.

They have a good range of beers and needless to say, the Guinness is well kept and delicious. Evenings are for drinking and good times. Quiet most mornings and weekday lunch times, when it's suitable for kids and...

Been here twice with my friend, and we love the atmosphere here, the owner is a great guy, very friendly and funny, you don't get that in a lot of pubs where staff make the effort in chatting to you or offering you a drink. ( The owner provided us with a drink each) , the customers are friendly too and you dont feel out of place as its mixed with different ages and happy people. My only small down fall was I asked the lady DJ ( who's also bar staff) to play a few songs and she said yeah, some was up to date and others was older but she didn't play any...😪, Then a bit later on when I took my last chance in requesting a song she said she doesn't play up to date tunes, abit weird, as I though DJ's can play anything these days with the technology of computerised updates we have than 12' records .🤔. Great music played anyway and suburb vibe, can't wait to...

Everyone and their fat uncle are convinced that they know "the best Irish pub in the world" - confidently telling their mates that the Guinness is better, the craic flows faster, and the barman knows the name of every patron in the place.

At Murphy's, that's actually true. It feels more like you've stumbled into the living room of your long-lost quarter-Irish cousins than walked into a pub - and what a delightful feeling that is. Karaoke night is, for want of a better word, feral. Free "cocktails" for anyone who sings, cheers for the ones who give it their all, heckles for anyone who takes it too seriously (you know who you are, and you're not welcome here).

I haven't had a hangover like this since grade...