Porter House in Westport

02/07/2025: This place is so cute. The kid friendliness was so great. The food was also amazing. I got the pancakes and they were so thick and fluffy! I do recommend

26/06/2025: We landed into The Creel right at the peak of lunchtime madness, fully expecting to be turned away or told to perch on a bench and pray. But no — the lovely waitress worked some kind of hospitality magic and squeezed us in. Saints in aprons, the whole lot of them. Every single staff member we encountered was absolutely lovely, with top-tier customer service and smiles so genuine I nearly cried into my napkin. Now, my friend came carb-loading for her gym session later that day, her bold shoulders graciously disguised under a classic pump cover. She absolutely demolished her food with grace and gusto while I waffled on about my life updates. So attentive was she to both her plate and my rambles, I nearly applauded. She even got a coffee with her meal AND for the road — that’s how good it was. As for me? I took a bold culinary risk and went for the Chicken Parmigiana, a dish I’d usually sidestep because tomatoes, in my view, are often just flung at food with reckless abandon. But I was wrong. So wrong. It was divine — balanced, comforting, and just what I didn’t know I needed. Life’s about risks, and this one paid off like a scratch card in Lidl. The chips? Beautifully crispy. The side salad? Actually seasoned and dressed, which tells you the kitchen really cares. (Speaking of dressing — unlike my friend who whipped off her pump cover mid-meal to flash the guns. We love confidence and chlorophyll.) The location is a solid 10/10 — you're a stone’s throw from Westport House, perfect for walking off your meal and your emotional baggage. And to top it off, I washed mine down with a gorgeous Irish-made pink lemonade that made me feel like I had my life together. Prices? More than reasonable for the quality you’re getting. Verdict? Go. Run, don’t walk. Maybe even do a bicep curl on the way.