M'Coul's Public House — Restaurant in Greensboro

M’Coul’s: A Verdant Haven of Libations and Celtic Charm In the heart of Greensboro, where the whispers of history intertwine with the clinking of glasses, lies M’Coul’s—a venerable establishment known to all who tread these cobblestone streets. Its very name resonates like an ancient incantation, invoking memories of merry evenings and spirited camaraderie. Step across the threshold, and you’ll find yourself ensconced in an Irish reverie. The air hums with lilting melodies, and the walls bear witness to countless tales spun over pints of stout. The dim glow of lanterns casts shadows upon worn wooden tables, each etched with its own saga—a patchwork quilt of laughter, secrets, and shared dreams. The libations flow freely, as they have for generations. Here, the amber nectar dances in crystal goblets, coaxing forth laughter and confidences. The clink of glass against glass—a universal language spoken by revelers from all walks of life—fills the air. And oh, the stories! They weave through the room like ivy, binding patrons in a tapestry of shared experiences. But let us turn our gaze to the culinary offerings—the nourishment that sustains both body and soul. Alas, dear friend, this is where the tale takes a somber turn. For while M’Coul’s excels in spirits, its culinary prowess wavers like a reed in the wind. The Shepherd’s Pie, that humble yet hearty dish, should be a comforting embrace—a savory symphony of minced lamb, velvety mashed potatoes, and caramelized onions. Alas, on this fateful Saint Patrick’s Day, it stumbled from grace. A friend dared to order it, and what emerged was a travesty—a microwavable impostor, its core tepid, its crust betraying no hint of golden crispness. And the price! Oh, the price. Eighteen coins of the realm—more than a handful of silver—for a mockery of a meal. One could traverse the aisles of a certain retail giant, wander past frozen peas and pre-packaged delights, and emerge with a mere five-dollar note. Aye, dear reader, the math does not favor M’Coul’s. Even water, that most basic of sustenance, bears a price tag. Two coins for a vessel of clarity—a liquid gem drawn from the depths. Yet, in the shadow of such culinary missteps, it feels like a cruel jest. So, let us raise our glasses to M’Coul’s—the keeper of memories, the purveyor of merriment. May its spirits continue to flow, its patrons find solace, and its Shepherd’s Pie reclaim its rightful place among the stars. And as for the water, well, perhaps we shall seek it elsewhere—at a more modest cost. Sláinte, dear friends. May your cups runneth over, and your culinary adventures be less fraught with...

Finally done with this establishment.

There were times I ate here 3-4 times a week. I live about 45 minutes away, and it's a slight drive just for the fare.

Even held a wake for a family member here. We filled the entire upstairs. Literally. The previous management was extremely above and beyond!

Been eating and drinking here since I was in my early 20's. I'm now in my late 30's. Some past issues made me stop going for a short while (the "tickets" for Saint Pat's were ridiculous, especially with a limited menu and half size drinks), but I decided give it another chance this past week; no problems, in and out. $20 for a sandwich and drink from the bar was a bit high for lunch, but it was tasty. OK. I missed it. I'm handicapped now, and it's hard on my income since I'm self employed, but I managed it since I was in town.

However, with the exception of a couple of awesome bartenders, I usually get some of the most condescending service around. The management is even worse. I used to know a lot of the staff members by name, and really felt like I got personal, great service. That changed awhile back, and was another reason I stopped going.

It was even worse tonight.

I stop in tonight, I have some guests visiting from Europe and wanted to compare American Irish to the European pub, and we're refused service based on the fact that my guests don't have ID on them.

I get it. I do. But we're not talking teens, these folks are in their 50's. Visibly. The last thing we needed tonight was someone being hardcore over something so obvious. I wouldn't harp on it, but never once have I even asked to provide ID before tonight in the years I've visited here. Common sense?

Was it a cultural thing? My friends are French.

I was quoted a law by a manager. Found no such law when I looked up the legal text. Again, I get it, but a certain amount of intelligence should dictate. Feeling like we were at an immigration checkpoint humiliated my friends and me.

I certainly didn't need a lecture from a manager on making sure people carry around identification. I definitely didn't need a waitress young enough to be my daughter telling me to be mad at the state and running some psychology background by me. How insulting.

Needless to say, I won't be back after this incident. The price hikes and ridiculous service - to a regular customer no less - can't justify me spending another cent here. I'll find somewhere else where being a regular customer matters.

This is apparently what happens when people try to order two drinks here. Just two.

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I came here on 1/30/21. I was first in the group of 4 to arrive. I am celebrating a friends birthday. We were supposed to meet at Noon. I arrived about 12:15pm and was the first one there, as always, lol. I got us a table upstairs. The waitress is Aravia. She was friendly and brought the table waters while I waiting for my friends to arrive. I only waited about 5ish minutes. We ordered mimosas. 2 of us got regular ones ($6) and myself and one person got peach Bellini mimosas ($7). While making our drinks, she spilled one (while still at the bar) I witnessed it.. lol. No big deal though. She made another one. The mimosa class was fairly small.

One friend wanted the lunch menu, but we were told it isn’t available until 2pm and only brunch was available.

Food: For my meal, I got the Cinnamon Toast Crunch Sammy with grits as my side. For some reason, the “Sammy” part of the title went Over my head! I was not expecting a sandwich when I got my food, lmao! My food was HOT! I was given a knife. I cut it into thirds. Even waiting, it was still hot. I ate half and got full, surprisingly.

One friend got the (S)B.E.C. She stated that the bun was too small for the other food in the sandwich and the fried was runny. Despite that, she said it was good. She got a side of potatoes and it was good as well.

One friend got the LT Bennett Omelet with a side of grits. She stated that her food was really good. She had no complaints.

One friend got the top o the Morning burger. He stated that his burger was great. His fried egg was a little runny and he thoroughly enjoyed it. It comes with a chipotle sauce, which was tasty. The fries had a good ration of salt and pepper, but not dry.

While eating, a lady, presumably a manager, check on us to see if needed anything. We didn’t. Arafia was attentive. No complaints with her.

For ambiance, was nice. There is a tv that is playing pandora. It is definitely on shuffle because the type of music changed. It was nice though because it is something for everyone. They have patio seating both upstairs and downstairs. Covid wise, masks are required. Staff were wearing them. They are practicing social distancing...