Fado Irish Pub - Denver - (720) 545-1229

• Authentic Irish Food & Drink
• Televised Euro Sporting Events
• Corporate & Private Parties

very nice place

Go on a night when that 80s band is playing!

Food is great, beer is Irish, people are friendly, music is, more than not... fabulous. So hang on to your chair or stand, but have fun!!!

The only good thing that I have to say is that I got a great story out of our night. We arrived at around 7 ish and had no problem finding a table, which happened to be a pub table - a little squished to the table next to it but really not a problem. We were informed after 9 pm that at 10 pm, the bar staff would be moving our table out to the patio (mind, it is February, and the only people on the patio are smokers). Since it was already decided for us that we would no longer have a table, we decided to get our tab (which was a pretty decent size, by that time - just the customers you want to ride out of your establishment, don't you think?) and go somewhere else. By the time we closed out, it was around 10 pm and I still had a little of my drink left, and I figured I payed for it so I was going to finish it. However, the bouncers came up and declared that they were taking our table at that moment. Talk about giving us the boot!! But here's the funny part. I was sitting on my chair (minus the table, mind you), finishing my drink and minding my own business, when the bouncers returned and declared that he was taking my chair as well!!! After asking why (he mumbled something to do with capacity limits or some bs like that) and asking why I couldn't finish the drink that I had paid for while sitting on the chair I had occupied for the last few hours in his establishment, AND asking why he could not take the EMPTY chair next to another table - I finally quit arguing and gave up (it was either that or laying him out on the floor!). Needless to say, I put my drink - with drink still left in it (and I don't waste alcohol) back on the bar and walked out. I DO NOT plan to return. Sad, but good story, huh?

Arriving early (8:30 pm) on a Friday night, we had the place virtually to ourselves. There were two tables full of questionable looking middle-aged ladies and one slag getting her drunk on as she chatted up the bartender. We grabbed some beers and some whiskey and found a cozy little booth. Within moments we noticed a pungent smell that was not wafting from our whiskey glasses. Obviously someone had thrown up all over the booth and the staff's cleaning methods left much to be desired. We switched tables and were soon approached by a representative of Walker Scotch who certainly would need to hand out free drinks if she would ever have a hope of men responding to her. A couple of plastic shot glasses of whiskey later we were ready to pick up the check and get out of this hole. By this time (10 pm) the population had swelled to a roaring 20 people, none of which could catch an eye with a fish hook. Signing for the check I realized that the bartender had tried to double bill us for everything! Although it was an establishment we tried to forget, the smell of their spew soaked booth remained on our clothes for hours.