O’Terrill’s

Rest in peace, OTs. xo

The lemon pepper wings tasted the way dish water smells, and there was a roach-​y type bug that came out of nowhere and decided to run towards my plate. No bueno!
The only reason I bothered to give it any stars is because the server was super cool and really personable. I hope he finds a better gig :-/

You should probably come here at least once, if for nothing else than the fish and chips and Bum Bot.
The fish and chips come as a HUGE slab of deliciously fried fish. Probably not the best fish and chips I’ve ever had, but pretty great none-​the-​less. I haven’t tried any of the other food (why would you?).
The beer selection is pretty terrible, especially for a «pub.»
The atmosphere is kind of awkward– I can’t put my finger on it. The waitress and owner were both very nice and accommodating. The place is kind of small. Perhaps the lighting was too bright or the tables are arranged poorly– I’m not quite sure.

O’terribles!!! Aweful service! Aweful food! Bad atmosphere! Not Irish!!!
The fish and chips is what they claim to be famous for. This is very unfortunate because the fish was really just a giant fish stick! It was not fresh at all. The chips were not authentic. Irish chips are really fries. These were potatoes chips.
The only thing good was my Cole slaw. But unfortunately I could not eat it because the waitress never brought me a fork! Even after I asked her twice! I had to find my own fork from the counter.
Also we went there on a Friday night. They had a TV etc for Karaōke but no one was there to sing. We sat on the patio and no one else was out there. The place was dead! There were like five or six people siting in the bar drunk. The waitress was conversing with them instead of serving us!!! It was awful. I wasted $ 40 on bad food and bad service!
I will never go there again!

All I have to say is fish and chips. This is the best in ATL. The rest of the food is okay. Good service, good bartender. Interesting clients due to its odd location.

I needed a quick bite after work one day, before a meeting and was over P’Tree Center Food Court, so I took a little time to run up to O’Terrill’s, which prior to this experience, I loved. Since I was getting an order to-​go, I did what I never have done before, went to the bar to place my order. This is a place that allows folks to still smoke, so we can only imagine how my poor lungs were reacting when I’ve been suffering from an upper respritory infection for a few days now. I noticed that they had modified the menu since my last visit, so I decided to get an order of their homemade chips and a nice, fruity salad with blackened tilapia on it. I forgot that they charge for to-​go containers, so the simple meal was $ 15. No biggie, grabbed my order, ran out of the smokers den and hopped on the road to where I needed to go. I knew that I smelled fish a little bit, but in being in the bottom container in the plastic bag AND considering that I am more than a little stopped up, I kept on moving. I grabbed a chip as I was driving — oh… that is chewy, crunchy in another part, and COVERED in salt. Oh, dear. Tried another… it was covered in a salt bath, though crunchy all the way through. I ended up having to rub every single chip with a napkin to knock off the excess salt for it to be halfway edible. Oh, well… at least I have my salad.
I opened it up, YES… that’s a lot of fish! Lets get ready. Oh, but WHAT is that smell? I looked at the fish, sniffed it up close. I don’t know if it wasn’t done. I don’t know if it wasn’t fresh. I just know that it smelled like HELL. I was about to sit through a gathering with high school students for 2 hours with some stinky fish to eat, salty chips being the only thing on my stomach, I was not happy. I decided to put the fish in the other container, eat the salad portion and return the fish once the meeting was over.
I went in to the smoky place after my meeting and told the bartender that the fish was not good in the most tactful, quiet way I could. He was puzzled, ‘they’ve been serving it all day long, how could this be’. He asked if I wanted chicken instead. Eh… chicken hasn’t hurt too many folks before, sure. He throws in some of the Bailey’s cake that I’ve always eyeballed on the menu for free and I went about my merry way.
Now, when he asked if I wanted the chicken, silly me assumed that he meant did I want the same dish that I purchased with chicken on it. Well, they gave me some overcooked chicken breasts, smothered in some bitter tasting cheese, with a side of sliced tomatoes and green apples with a roll. Hmm…
So, the 2 stars given are for the bailey’s cake and the effort to handle it correctly. One star taken for the smoky bar, the raw fish, and the weird meal combination that I ended up with.

We had drinks here before a show Sunday night. I really like it in here. I like how you can smell that fryer as soon as you hit the door. I like the general attitude, beer selection, electrical problems in the rest rooms, beer selection (except Boddingtons sometimes attracts the Brits). Friggin excellent deck. Never seen the bot but can’t wait.
Not much of an Irish pub– but I would love it if this place were in my neighborhood.

Love this place. Some friends and I go here for trivia. This place has one of the most laid back atmospheres around, and is great for kicking back with friends and having a few beers.
The fish and chips here are quite good, and they have Guinness on tap. What more can you ask for?

A group (10) of us went to this place to celebrate St. Patricks Day. It felt like this Irish Pub was caught off guard by the whole St. Patricks Day celebration. It seemed like they were the last to know that 3÷17÷09 was St. Patricks Day. There were 10 of us and we were placed at a table that would seat 10 people but we were only given five chairs! The manager/​owner was extremely rude! We simply asked if we could have some more chairs for our table and he responded by telling us that we cannot take chairs from other tables. What?! We were not trying to take chairs from other tables, we just wanted chairs for our table. Then he continued seating parties that came in way after us. Then they only had two waitresses and like two bartenders and the place was packed! Because of this, it took a ridiculously long time for us to get our drinks and food. The waitress, Tiffany, tried her best. She was really cool and kept apologizing. Eventually we left but this was after they got over $ 400.00 from our table alone. They would have gotten a lot more if they were better staffed and knew how to treat their customers. Needless to say they will not see us on St. Patricks Day ever again.

WTF O’Terrills. The lunch specials on their website are defunct. They don’t exist anymore as they’ve substituted them with O’Taco’s…Yup, tacos at an Irish pub. I opted for the mediocre patty melt, which ended up running me 8 and change-​a little different than their aforementioned $ 5.99 lunch specials.
Get the fish and chips.
2 stars for the experience. I still like this place.

We went here for lunch and sat on the heated patio. It was not busy, but service was slightly slow.
Anyway, I ordered the fish and chips. The fish was huge and excellent (probably the best I’ve had around here), but the chips were disappointing for a couple reasons: (1) they were potato chips, not «chips» (fries) like almost all fish and chips come with and (2) they were cold and not fresh. So it was good and bad — just get some regular «chips» (just cut the potatoes into sticks instead of slices) and make sure they are fresh and hot and that is one incredible meal. I haven’t had it, but the Celtic grill sandwich looked pretty impressive as well.
Overall, it seems like pretty good food for a decent price. I’d like to go back and try more things here.
3.5

Ivan’s Robot tour of Atlanta continues with a visit to O’Terrill’s, Home of the BumBot2000. Before I get started let me just say that I, for one, welcome our new robot overlords. I used to frequent O’Terrill’s pretty regularly in the past, back in the days of Johnny Midnight’s Karaōke show. My name is still engraved on the Wall of Shame/​Fame next to the jukebox. Back in those pre-​BumBot days, Rufus (bar owner/​mad scientist) himself would patrol the dark highways and byways of SoNo (South of North Ave.) armed with a bullhorn, a million candlepower spotlight and a set of brass balls. In between sets of «The Piano Man» and «Run to the Hills,» we’d order food and watch Rufus dirty his Harry and harry the dirty with commands of «Move along!» «Please don’t loiter!» and «Dealing drugs is illegal!» It was like a show WITHIN dinner and a show. And we loved it.
With the demise of karaōke, it’d been a while since we’ve been back but on a whim (and an admitted desire to see the BumBot), we returned. It was good to see most of the same faces there. The menu is still the same as well: a surprisingly good hummus platter (though a little loose sometimes), Irish stew, a fantastic Rueben, and one of the best fish’n’chip plates in Atlanta. I don’t have a sweet tooth, but I’m still a fan of their Guinness ice cream and Bailey’s Cream chocolate cake. In the cases of booze-​infused desserts, my lack of a sweet tooth takes a backseat to my latent alcoholism.
Which brings me to BumBot2000. You may have seen the news stories, the bit on Colbert Report and yes, it’s all true. Rufus built a remote controlled robot out of an old smoker, a three-​wheeled scooter and some rubber mats and equipped it with a spotlight, a megaphone and a water gun to patrol the mean streets of SoNo. I have sung the body electric and I found that it’s made out of an old meat smoker. Kind of like all those days hanging out in Backstreet.
BumBot2000 was resting the night we arrived. Its vigilant eye was powered down and charging in the corner, away from any stray lightening bolts that could possibly give it sentience Short Circuit-​style. (Ah, Steve Guttenberg, is there nothing you can’t do?) Visitors are encouraged to touch the BumBot and bask in its menacing glory. Visitors are also encouraged to drink the «BumBot beer» which tastes mysteriously similar to PBR on draft. The BumBot is there. The BumBot will keep you safe. The BumBot will sell you BumBot beer and BumBot shots. I’d buy that for a dollar. Now excuse the BumBot while he goes on patrol. Somewhere there is a crime happening.

This is a wee little place, and one of the main things going for it, as other Unilocalers have mentioned, is the extremely nice owner and crowd. Rufus made the rounds to the tables and just seemed like a straight up nice guy. Russell J hits the review on the head with the mixed crowd and Ryan the Realtor trivia comments — it’s really hard to pinpoint a demographic here, because there really isn’t anything that all the clients have in common except for a need for a beer and a laid back attitude.
Extra points for the mini parking lot — finding a spot is easy if you get there on the early side of the evening.
I was surprised that the food was actually really good — you can tell that it’s not simply a second thought here to the drinks. I got a salad and was half anticipating a wilted lettuce concoction with a few cheese crumbles, but it was all fresh, with tasty chicken and bacon to boot. The homemade potato chips also mucho recommended.
It seemed like our server was the only guy making the rounds, and the entire patio was packed out — meaning he was really hard to pinpoint and get a drink order in. Thankfully though he split our table’s (um, of twelve) checks without too much grief. If you need a beer ASAP, just go to the bar instead.
Sign on ladies restroom door: «No men allowed. Any men caught using this restroom must buy the entire bar a round of drinks.» They’re not messing around here, folks.

I’ve spent more time on a stool at O’Terrill’s than I’d care to admit. This is a cozy, relaxing Irish pub lovingly operated by owners Rufus and Linda O’Terrill. I’ve been going to this bar, under one name or another, for seven years. Relax inside with the regulars or enjoy a meal out on the non-​smoking patio. Mixed crowd aged from 21 to 71. Ryan the Realtor’s corny jokes during trivia are a real asset.
The french dip is the bomb. The fish and chips are the best in Atlanta. The Irish stew is the bomb. The rest of the menu is decent bar food. The applesauce is handmade and quite good. Decent wings.
They have a wide array of beers on tap, and cheap PBR tall boys.
Bottom line: this is the only cozy bar in all of Sono where everyone knows your name. The area is not great crime wise, but Rufus keeps a vigilant eye on his parking lot.

The people at O’Terrill’s are great. The service is good, and the food was, too. I had the corned beef and cabbage, and the corned beef was lean and tender. They also have a few choice brews and $ 3 drink specials every day of the week.
They have a lot, but it’s very small. The area is still a bit sketchy, so I’d recommend going for an afternoon instead of evening.

Met up with some friends at O’Terrills on a Friday night, and there was definitely a welcoming vibe from the place. I am not 100%, but I am pretty sure one of the owners came over and gave us beads. That was pretty cool.
The place it self is located on busy Piedmont Rd, and the parking is extremely scarce. It was scary parking my car on Piedmont, but a few beers inside made me forget about it. They also had live music, which was, well, interesting, but for such a small place, it was honestly just too loud. We ended up leaving shortly after the music started because it was impeding our ability to talk to one another.
As for the food, most of my friends seemed pretty pleased, but I was told the buffalo chicken wrap «didn’t taste right». The prices were pretty decent for food, but were actually a little high for booze. If you are looking for an Irish place to hang out, then you may want to check it out; but get there early so you can park on the lot, and not have to worry about your car sitting on Piedmont.