Sean Patrick's — Restaurant in Nevada

My first visit to this establishment came about on the first Sunday in March. A brunch fitting for an after mass service. The dessert breeze came about with a calming warmth.The familiar first sign of springtime. Just as St. Patrick Day preparations serve as reminders of the years' first outdoor festivals. As I entered the parking lot, i noticed the towering London time clock. At a quick glance, it appears antique museum piece. Rather than a city landmark or village centerpiece as it once was intended for. A displaced monument of the past. Yet everso timelessly fitting, much like any old style irish tavern. Although that midday hamburger platter and Bloody Mary brunch seemed particularly timeless. A tavern with a respectful atmosphere. A time when irish taverns were once called a place solitude. A place men of holiness gathered beside the knights of Templar. Most like this taverns secluded back pool table room. Rooms entailed with vaulted like doors embedded in the walls. Instead of bar stools, the center table was seated with wooden throwns. Craftmanship Carved for royalty or designed for cathedrals. The walls of each room displayed the tales of Irish history. But unlike the modern sigma passed down from the 19th and 20th centuries, The walls did not consist of sports banners. Nor the images of fighting immigrants surviving through the great depression. On these walls, share the words spoken by minds of Freemasons. The essence of celtic pagans. In this pub, a stained glass is not a dirty mug. They are the windows of irish churches. A Bloody Mary is served as a Sunday wine. It's not an ailment for a Saturday night hangover. Perhaps the sense of timelessness within Sean Patrick's. Could be their dedication to a different time in Irish history. Perhaps the indifference is the name. Instead of a century long tradition of outlandish humorously pub names. Which modern Americans have grown foundly accustomed to. The name of Sean Patrick is allure to a much deeper dedication to the Irish heritage. One that could define the true origin of the infamous Staint Patrick. Nonetheless, for me personally. The sense of a timeless Sunday brunch. Was the remembrance of what a restful springtime Sunday was at one time. And the peaceful leisure it was...

Had been looking forward to going to Sean Patrick's for a long time. This is NOT the pre-covid Irish Pub we were used to at all!

Went on Thursday around 5pm. It wasn't too busy. Bartender saw us when we walked in and said it was fine to sit on the restaurant side. Waited there for a while (like 15 minutes) before he remembered we were there. Told us after waiting they had no waitresses, so we moved to the bar side.

Ordered our drinks and my favorite countryside potato soup. It was just ok but extremely thick and not what it used to be. I was hungry so I ate it.

We then ordered our main meal. Bikini wrap for myself and my husband ordered the Reuben. The Reuben tasted ok but was very small and not worth the $16 they charge.

My bikini wrap was absolutely DISGUSTING! I asked for no red onions but it did have some and it was supposed to have ranch dressing. I have never tasted a "dressing" like the one on it. It was not white and was not ranch. I've had most salad dressings and this was something else. I would like the bartender/cook to tell me what it was (or maybe I don't want to know). The bartender went back to the kitchen for awhile before our food came out. It just makes me wonder. And I couldn't get the disgusting taste out of my mouth for the whole night. The fries were undercooked as well.

Guess you are allowed to smoke nasty, stinky cigars in here while food is being served. Annoying to go to the restroom which was dirty and having a drunk woman taking up the whole sink area oblivious to me being there.

We used to love this Sean Patrick's location. It was the only Irish Pub we went to and the bartender said they are transitioning it to a gaming bar. Hey, why not? There are a million gaming bars on every block in this town. So disappointing. We'll never...

Oof. Let's ignore the vomit-filled urinal and the crusted-over splatter on the toilet seat. We can also move past the 30-45 minute wait for food when there were only three tables sat in the restaurant (including us). Let's move right into the food. To start, the menu was a disaster. Not because it was confusing, or pretentious, or anything like that. It was wholly lazy and uninspired. The menu was literally the standard menu you find at every PT's in the valley. Fried wings, fried mozzarella, fried chicken fingers, burgers, and pizza. There was a small offering of Irish food consisting of three lonely dishes. Why have an Irish pub brand and not bother to tailor the menu to that brand? We tried the corned beef with cabbage and I can't even begin to comprehend what their thinking was when they made this dish. The meat had no flavor itself, which is odd considering the brine. The potatoes appeared to be of the canned variety. The cabbage was shredded beyond recognition. Our plates were smothered in some random seasoning that bore no resemblance to any kind of corned beef additive I've ever seen. And to top it all off? Black olives. Yes, our meal was garnished with a healthy sprinkling of black olives! "Nasty" is the only way to describe what was brought to our table. Guinness on draft and a name do not an Irish pub make. I will say that the cook was very friendly, as was the bartender. He recognized how long the food was taking and offered appreciation for our patience. That, and a couple free cocktails. There is no redemption as it currently stands. This place was trainwreck...