Rosie O’Grady’s Irish Pub

I’ve been here a few times & only once have seen it quite busy.
The last couple of times it was fairly quiet.
While sitting there on Saturday evening at 8.30pm with only a handful of people in the place the staff proceeded to remove the table & chairs from the dance area, which was fine as it said this would happen on the tables. The issue I had was a staff member started to take the chairs away from our table when there were lots of other table & chairs to be cleared.
It just didn’t seem like the customer was being looked after. We weren’t even asked to move he just took the chairs away that were left at our table!
I feel like this bar needs a bit of a shake up & some customer service lessons.
I do remember the food being homely & when the band is on it can be a good night.

My friends are always dragging me to Rosie O’Grady’s but I find it hard to see the charm. The atmosphere is pleasant enough on a weeknight or during the day on the weekend, but come Friday and Saturday night, this is a heaving meat market complete with the worst cover bands in Perth. On the upside, it’s the kind of place where you never feel under dressed.
Tuesday nights feature an enjoyable enough free quiz night with some decent prizes. The food here is pretty much bare bones pub food, and though it’s considerably overpriced, it’s not so bad that you wouldn’t eat here if you were a hungry drunk. In terms of drink selection, there is a good selection of commercial beer, but there’s not much for wine or spirits drinkers to enjoy. If you’re looking for somewhere to hold a function, they have function rooms upstairs that are comfortable but retain the workaday feel of downstairs, so if you’re after a classy feel I would look elsewhere. That being said, I’ve been to some really messed-​up parties in these rooms and sometimes that’s exactly what you’re after.
Personally, I’d head to just about any other pub in Freo before this one, but my friends rate it highly and it’s always full, so there must be something to it.

I feel any pub that tries to look like a traditional Irish local pub is great, but the illusion is kind of crushed when they are actually a franchise and their fellow pub has much the same décor and same general vibe I am kind of let down and taken back to reality that we aren’t in a quaint Irish town, and we are in fact in the middle of Fremantle.
The pub is nice and they serve some really good food, it is a great place to enjoy a beer on a sunday afternoon, the beer garden is lovely!

There are definitely more locals frequenting this Rosie’s than its brother in Northbridge but still with the carpet??? Come on, it does not help the smell or the décor.
There is a really nice beer garden out the back that often has live music at weekends. Great sun spot to sip on a cold beer and relax (and pretend like you’re not in Rosie’s).
I have had a few friends that have been served a pint at the bar and before they have had the chance to let lip touch bubble they have been asked to leave. For what reason, nobody knows and no word of explanation, not making many friends there Rosie.
On the food side of things, if you can eat your meal outside while you enjoy your cold drink then you will have a great experience because the food is pretty good (if not a bit overpriced). For anyone craving a touch of Ireland, they have good soda bread and McDonnells curry sauce (reverting to a stereotype here I know but it works).

This has quite and older clientele than the Rosie O’Grady’s in Northbridge, and is not half as repulsive as its inner city sister. There are a lot of positives to Rosies in Freo — there is a lovely beer garden where you can spend hours watching the beautiful people of Fremantle go by, and drinks are incredibly reasonable here, less than $ 7 for a glass of white wine.
However, it does share many of the downfalls of the Northbridge Rosies — the whole venue is covered in carpet that smells of stale pints, all the furniture looks like its been taken in from the verge outside a crack den, and the resident band embarass themselves by belting out tired old rebel songs.
So the moral of the story is — unless there’s a table free in the beer garden don’t dring here!