Anybody whos spent time in England or Ireland can tell you a pub is definitely not a bar. I spent a couple of years in the UK myself and this is no pub.
Whats missing in this pub is an atmosphere that is friendly to or at least tolerant of families. The beauty of a true pub is being able to enjoy conversations with friends and family over some stodgy food and a pint of bitter or stout. English pubs are rife with babies, toddlers and old-age pensioners - that's what makes them civilized.
To be fair, Ive been to OSullivans on a few occasions with friends and had an enjoyable time.
Try going there with kids, however, and you will be snubbed. Even during a family night like the weekly Friday night Cruisin' Grand event. On a recent Cruisn Grand night at about 4:30 PM, we were sent to the back patio by a waitress and, in the most overt manner, we were completely ignored. The same waitress (Julie?, Judie?) who sent us to the back of the restaurant tended to the young couple at the adjacent table but would not even acknowledge us. There were no other patrons there besides those at their table and ours. No menus, no busy but will get to you, nothing. Not even a look in our direction.
Despite several visits by the waitress to the young couples table we decided to treat 30 minutes of insult by omission as injury and limped to another establishment.
You can get good draft beer at several places on Grand and other places in Escondido. It will take more than an adequately prepared Scotch egg or other menu items which go extremely well with ketchup to earn my patronage again after the treatment my wife, mother and child received. Julie and the wait and bar staff glanced at us as we left but made no attempt to either stop us or to reassure us we would eventually be served. We all came away feeling our group of mixed old and young didnt meet the clientele model the management and/or staff preferred.
Too bad my son is too young to understand the history lesson that came to mind. You know& the Woolworth lunch counter in Greensboro, North Carolina back in 1960.
Families stay away, revelers by all means...