The best restaurants in Wexford

17/07/2024: Had carvery lunch in the ivy bar on Sunday, was beautiful couldn't fault it. However went for an evening meal later in the week, ordered a medium fillet steak and a Korean chicken burger, steak arrived went done close to burnt, chicken burger also burnt and missing half its toppings. Took over half an hour to come out, desperately slow. Eventually got the attention of a waiter who took it back and returned 10 minutes later to say they are making a replacement, the manager Eventually came down with a very fake apology, 25 minutes later a medium steak which was nice arrived, 55 minutes for a medium steak isn't acceptable, the staff on the till new asked had the manager mentioned a discount which she happened, so she had to check and the instruction to her was take off 4 euro off a 30 quid steak, not acceptable won't be back.

13/06/2025: Super friendly, kind lady lady behind the bar. We were there on a Thursday night and there was a group of talented musicians playing music which was super lovely. Super cute dog too!

14/02/2025: Lovely music session, warm welcome 😊🙏

16/07/2025: Kids meal is 7.50. Good size portion. "Club sandwich" was literally a toasted ham sandwich with a morsel (literally a scrap) of bacon and a bit of tomato and salad leaves. Perhaps they had run out of the other ingredients... all they had to do was say so. Coffee was grand, carrot cake was nice. Service was slow but friendly. Toilets were clean. There's nowhere else for miles around so unless you've brought a picnic this is it.

05/07/2025: Slow and poor service and average food, was over a 40 minute wait, not a big selection on the menu

24/12/2025: McDonald’s Bar in Enniscorthy is nothing short of a marvel, a splendidly preserved fragment of a saner, better dressed and traditional age. One enters, dinner jacket lightly brushing the doorframe and is immediately greeted by a heady atmospheric note: the room itself exhales a distinctive petrol bouquet with a hint of whale oil top note, rather like a motorcar enthusiast’s club circa 1928. Utterly bracing. There is, of course, no beer and certainly no taps. Such vulgar modern conveniences are cast aside in favour of a magnificent array of spirits, each poured with the quiet assurance of a publican who has absolutely no intention of accepting your card. Cash only, as the Almighty intended. The refusal to accept card payments, far from being inconvenient, is positively commendable. It is high time society reacquainted itself with the wholesome simplicity of coin and note tangible currency that, unlike its digital counterparts, requires no signal, no battery and no apology to a malfunctioning machine. The hospitality is of the Bovril by the fireside variety: warm, sturdy, unmistakably traditional. One feels at once both a guest and a custodian of heritage. McDonald Bar and Lounge of Enniscorthy must be appraised, dear reader, in the elevated register it so richly deserves, for it was here by a most magnificent misunderstanding that Michael Jackson himself once alighted during the Irish leg of his world tour, lured not by music or mysticism but by the honest expectation of a Big Mac, having tragically confused the establishment with its transatlantic, sesame-seeded namesake; yet upon discovering his error, he was so utterly enamoured of the ambience redolent of conviviality, stout conversation and the heroic bouquet of petrol, engine oil and silage that he remained for 5 days, gloriously inebriated not on vulgar spirits but on atmosphere alone. During this historic residency, Maurice the barman, a man of statesmanlike composure and shaker-hand gravitas, struck up a lifelong friendship with Bubbles the monkey, who proved notoriously discerning and particularly partial to Maurice’s stock of woodbines and signature cocktail, the “Maurice Martini Sex on the Beach,” consumed with a delicacy that would shame many a cabinet minister. Maurice maintains to this very day, with the zeal of a man who has seen truth and returned, that a well-serviced and properly trained monkey is vastly superior to any service dog, a conviction he now espouses both nationally and internationally in his campaign to see monkeys replace guide dogs for the blind and beyond, an ambition as bold, improbable and unforgettable as McDonald’s itself. Maurice, spoken of in reverent tones over bottled stout, is an internationally recognised expert in correcting maladjusted household monkeys, especially the over-sexed and aggressive sort that constitute his daily bread. His old-world method of prawns, offal and ruminant fare works with such astonishing speed, that they defy numerical measurement, their speed best conveyed qualitatively, it can only be compared to the knicker-loosening velocity of a prime Zac Efron. The bar is filled with improbable history, including photos of Maurice chauffeuring Michael Jackson and his simian companion Bubbles around Enniscorthy in a German Sd.Kfz. 251 half-track. Below this, he keeps one of the northern hemisphere’s most serious historical collections of National Socialism WWII artefacts, including the world’s foremost archive of Temmler Werke Pervitin (Methamphetaminum hydrochloricum), supplied in their correct period aluminium tubes and impeccably preserved Panzer and U-boat uniforms. All purely historical, of course, Maurice himself is a staunch libertarian. His parallel vocation, however, is rehabilitating troubled primates: Gerry “The Monk” Hutch’s chimp, Mike Tyson’s simians, the royal chimp-corgi dispute of 2001 and even escapees from The Tiger King milieu. He once even offered spiritual and dietary counsel to Prince Andrew during a bout of primitive behaviour in 2001, assistance rather unwisely declined.

24/08/2025: Fantastic spot. A great pint and a singing session started the night I was there. A great night out.

25/08/2025: Great quality and affordable food in here. Friendly staff. The chocolate doughnuts are a must try.