Alas not the city, but the namesake pub, which has promise. We went with friends to Limerick Pub (11301 Elkin) over the weekend and sampled as many dishes as we could put away in one sitting, though not the fish and chips.
Overall, a good start, and they still haven’t rolled out their full menu. You would expect an Irish pub to get the potatoes right, and they do: their chips seem hand-cut and are similar to Five Guys in texture, size, and taste, which for me is a good thing. On the other hand, the appetizer-chips-with-cheese barely had any cheese. Our dining companions got the Irish reuben and Shepard’s Pie, both winners, and the cheeseburger, which was deemed good despite being overcooked (asked for medium, got well).
Mrs. Me had a salad (what? healthy eatin’ in Wheaton? not impossible!) which was deemed good despite being too small. Apparently the theme is “good, but” and I will go one further: I ordered the fried oyster sliders, which were nearly fabulous except for being so salty I nearly sent them back,* but didn’t. The slider buns were fabulous, perfect texture/toastedness and bun-to-oyster ratio. Good condiments, including red onion, and above-average tartar sauce with nice chunks of pickle. The oysters were expertly fried and I’m pretty sure the menu item will be a major winner if the chef lightens up on the salt (Mrs. Me also thought the fries were too salty, and she is rarely one to complain about too much salt).
So, a good start, with more menu exploration to be done. Other good stuff: I like how Limerick offers beers on tap in both 8 and 16oz pours; I tookthe smaller size (mmm, Smithwick’s) along with a Diet Coke. Dartboard area is spacious, and the bar has a nice feel and plenty of room. Less good: the dining area, separated by a glass half-wall from the bar, has virtually no character at all. No worries, they’ve just gotten started — let’s see how they’re doing in a couple of months.
Also, glad to see Royal Mile doing a decent business down the street as we walked by.
* My oysters were not as salty as the plate of arroz con mariscos (from frozen, I suspect, augmented with Morton’s iodized) I was once served at a Peruvian place in San Francisco which I would have sent back, should have sent back, but it was late and we had already taken an hour to pick a restaurant and I was too hungry to wait for a replacement. That heap of nasty rice and stuff remains the saltiest, most inedible dish I have ever been served, but I somehow ate about a third of it anyway. Necessity is the mother of indigestion. I ate all three oyster sliders, too.