Erin’s Irish pub.

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"Sebastian's Friendliest Neighborhood Pub"
Voted Sebastian's Best Burger, Best Wings, Friendliest Staff, Best Hot Dogs, Best Sandwiches, Best Home Cooking, Best Lunch, Best Sports Bar.... and now with a location on Hutchinson island in Fort Pierce

06/07/2026

LISTEN UP, YOU BEAUTIFUL TREASURE COAST BEACH BUMS!
Guinness isn’t just a beer, it’s the goddamn lifeblood of civilization! It’s the black gold that keeps your soul from filing for bankruptcy, the creamy pint of pure Irish chaos that tells your liver, “Shut up and thank me later!” Without Guinness, you’re basically a houseplant with anxiety — existing, sure, but why the hell would you want to?
Look at the dinosaurs! Those big stupid lizards roamed the Earth for millions of years, roaring, stomping, eating each other like it was an all-you-can-eat buffet… and then P**F. Gone. Wiped out. You know why? THEY DIDN’T HAVE GUINNESS. No velvety nitro pour to calm the T-Rex rage. No creamy head to soothe the pterodactyl hangovers. No magical elixir to make meteor impacts feel like “eh, whatever, another Tuesday.” They tried to survive on ferns and bad decisions, and look where that got ‘em — fossilized losers in a museum while we’re out here living our best lives with a harp on every glass.
Science? Don’t even get me started. Guinness is basically liquid therapy, heart medicine, and a hug from your Irish grandmother all in one. It cures bad moods, fixes marriages, makes lawnmower jousting sound like a great idea, and turns regular Florida afternoons into legends. You think your blood pressure is high now? Try a week without it and watch your soul file for early retirement.
And where, oh where on God’s green (and slightly sandy) Earth do you get the best Guinness this fine Sunday afternoon?
ERIN’S IRISH PUB AT THE BEACH, BABY! 2025 Seaway Drive, right near the jetty in Fort Pierce! That’s the holy grail, the Mecca of perfectly poured pints where the nitro flows like the Fountain of Youth and the bartenders (shoutout Captain Billy and the crew) treat every glass like it’s a sacred ritual. Creamy head so thick you could write your ex’s number on it and still have room for tomorrow’s regrets. Ice-cold, flawless, and served with that perfect Florida beach breeze slapping you in the face like “YEAH, YOU NEEDED THIS.”
The Sebastian mothership is great, but today? Hit the beach location. Happy hour vibes, ocean views, and zero chance of going extinct like those sad, sober dinosaurs.
So drag your ass off the couch, tell your excuses to pound sand, and get down here before the afternoon slips away like a manatee on a bender. One pint of Guinness at Erin’s and you’ll understand why the Irish built empires, wrote poetry, and still throw the best parties on the planet.
SEE YOU AT THE BEACH, YOU MAD LADS. ERIN’S IS CALLING. ANSWER THE DAMN PHONE. 🍺🇮🇪🔥

Ok we’re considering updating this children’s menu. PB&J but rare. (Working on the medium rare recipe still). Who’s in...
06/06/2026

Ok we’re considering updating this children’s menu.

PB&J but rare. (Working on the medium rare recipe still).

Who’s in?

Did you know that at Erin’s (both locations). We have an honor wall. We honor all police, fire, ems and military by prou...
06/06/2026

Did you know that at Erin’s (both locations). We have an honor wall. We honor all police, fire, ems and military by proudly displaying their patches on our wall.

We salute those who stand for our country. They receive a discount of 25% in uniform and a 10% at all other times with proper ID.

We at Erin’s thank you for your service.

Got a patch? Bring it to the bartender and we will hang it for you.

OH MY GOD, LISTEN UP YOU SUN-BAKED BEACH BUMS OF FORT PIERCE!!!Erin’s Irish Pub at the Beach just dropped a happy hour s...
06/04/2026

OH MY GOD, LISTEN UP YOU SUN-BAKED BEACH BUMS OF FORT PIERCE!!!
Erin’s Irish Pub at the Beach just dropped a happy hour so filthy, so gloriously unhinged, that the gods of Guinness themselves are doing cartwheels on the jetty right now. 11 AM to 5 PM EVERY SINGLE DAY. That’s not a happy hour—that’s a lifestyle intervention for your broke, sandy ass.
You roll up to that sweet spot on South Beach (right where the old Island Burger used to be, now upgraded to proper Irish chaos), and they’re hitting you with $1 off beers like they’re personally trying to bankrupt the liquor distributor out of pure spite. Domestic? Import? Doesn’t matter. Your wallet just got lighter in the best way possible while your liver starts speaking in Gaelic.
And for you beautiful Fort Pierce locals only? 10% off food. That’s right—outsiders can suck it, this one’s for the real ones holding down the Treasure Coast. You Fort Pierce warriors who actually live here get to smash that corned beef, those pub fries, or whatever glorious gut-bombs they’re slinging, at a discount while the tourists pay full price like the suckers they are.
I’m talking 11 in the morning ’til 5 in the afternoon, day drinking like a responsible adult who definitely has their life together (narrator: they do not). You can be hammered by dinner time and still call it “lunch.” Absolute madness.
This is the kind of deal that makes you cancel your plans, tell your boss you’re “working remotely from the beach,” and commit fully to becoming a daytime pub gremlin. Bagpipes probably playing. Golf cart shuttles. Ocean breeze mixing with the smell of fried everything and regret.
GET YOUR ASSES DOWN TO ERIN’S IRISH PUB AT THE BEACH RIGHT NOW.
Fort Pierce locals, this is your bat signal. The rest of you… well, you can watch us live our best lives while you pay full price.
Sláinte, you magnificent beach bums. I’m already three deep in my head. See you at the bar. 🍻

OH MY GOD, LISTEN UP YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE OF SEBASTIAN, FLORIDA!!!The special sandwich this week at Erin’s Irish Pub jus...
06/03/2026

OH MY GOD, LISTEN UP YOU BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE OF SEBASTIAN, FLORIDA!!!
The special sandwich this week at Erin’s Irish Pub just dropped a goddamn NUKE on my soul and I’m still picking up the flaming pieces. They call it the FLYIN’ HAWAIIAN and bro… BRO. This ain’t a sandwich. This is a tropical crime scene between two buns.
Blackened chicken so charred and spicy it’s basically doing a voodoo ritual on your taste buds. Then they slap on grilled pineapple that’s caramelized to sweet, smoky perfection — that hot fruit juice mixing with the blackened seasoning is straight-up sinful. Like Hawaii and Louisiana had a beautiful, spicy baby in a bun.
Then comes the provolone cheese, melted into gooey, stretchy ropes of dairy blasphemy that holds the whole operation together like a guilty conscience. And don’t even get me STARTED on the sweet chili cream sauce. It’s creamy. It’s sweet. It’s got that chili kick that sneaks up and smacks you across the face while whispering “you’re welcome.”
I’m telling you, one bite of this thing and I blacked out for 45 seconds. I came to speaking in Hawaiian pidgin and aggressively doing the hula in the parking lot. My ancestors are confused. My blood pressure is filing a complaint. My cardiologist just scheduled an emergency appointment.
GET YOUR ASS TO ERIN’S IN SEBASTIAN RIGHT NOW.
This masterpiece is only available while supplies last and apparently only in Sebastian for the moment, so stop whatever lame crap you’re doing, put down that boring turkey club, and go commit flavor felonies with me.
The Flyin’ Hawaiian isn’t just a sandwich.
It’s a limited-time emotional experience wrapped in a Hawaiian roll (I assume).
I’m going back for seconds before they run out and I have to start a riot.
See you at the bar. I’ll be the one with sweet chili sauce on my shirt and zero regrets.
FLYIN’ HAWAIIAN OR BUST, BABY!!! 🔥🍍🐔

06/02/2026

Erin’s in Fort Pierce will have good old fashioned cabbage wraps. Beef/sausage seasons all wrapped into a cabbage wrap covered with a red gravy served over mashed potatoes. It’s baking in the oven now and will be ready at 4:30.

OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S HOLY AND HUNGOVER, ERIN’S IRISH PUB AT THE BEACH JUST YEETED BREAKFAST SERVICE INTO THE OC...
05/31/2026

OH FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S HOLY AND HUNGOVER, ERIN’S IRISH PUB AT THE BEACH JUST YEETED BREAKFAST SERVICE INTO THE OCEAN LIKE A DRUNKEN LEPRECHAUN CHUCKING HIS LAST POT OF GOLD!
I’m over here at 10:47 AM, stomach roaring like a hungover banshee, ready to commit war crimes for some bangers and rashers, and what do they tell me? “Sorry lad, breakfast is DONE. No one’s awake early enough to justify it.”
EXCUSE ME?! But first — a massive shoutout to the absolute legends, the ride-or-die early birds who actually showed up for those glorious breakfasts! You beautiful, responsible champions who rolled in with bright eyes and big appetites, ordering rounds of Irish breakfasts like true heroes. You kept the rashers sizzling and the coffee flowing. We salute you, you glorious few who made mornings at Erin’s something special. Your loyalty was legendary!
But alas, even the best things sometimes have to evolve. The beach is full of vampires who think 2 PM is “morning” and consider a Bloody Mary a balanced breakfast. So we’re going full lunch and dinner mode, baby! No more pretending we’re a respectable establishment that serves eggs at the crack of dawn. From now on it’s pub grub for the wonderful crowd that loves us when the sun’s already high and the vibes are right.
And listen… word on the wind (or maybe it was the bartender after his third espresso shot) is there’s a STEAK NIGHT brewing in the back that’s gonna be so Irish it’ll make your ancestors do a jig in their graves.
Just. Steak. And. Potatoes.
No fancy balsamic reduction. No truffle oil. No microgreens that look like they were harvested by depressed lawn gnomes. None of that California nonsense. We’re talking a proper slab of meat that fought back, slammed next to potatoes that were probably boiled in the tears of English landlords. Maybe a little butter. Maybe some salt if they’re feeling generous. A pint of Guinness to wash it down and you’re sorted. This ain’t dinner, this is a viking funeral for your arteries with an Irish accent.
If you want avocado toast, go cry in the parking lot of Whole Foods. If you want a delicate salmon fillet with lemon zest, there’s a tourist trap down the street for ya. But if you want to eat like a legend who appreciates the classics, Erin’s Steak Night is your spiritual home.
I’m telling you, the breakfast menu died so the dinner menu could live its best chaotic life.
See you wonderful folks at 5 PM sharp. Bring your appetite and your best beach stories. The potatoes are waiting. The steak is calling. And the barman already knows your name.
SLÁINTE, YOU BEAUTIFUL BREAKFAST CHAMPIONS AND DINNER LEGENDS. 🍀🥩🥔

A little test. Will you pass?
05/29/2026

A little test. Will you pass?

What had happened was…
05/29/2026

What had happened was…

05/28/2026

LISTEN UP, YOU BEAUTIFUL DEGENERATES OF THE BEACH!
Erin’s Irish Pub is not just throwing another lame-ass relay — we’re unleashing the GUINNESS CHUG RELAY and your weak little liver is cordially invited to get absolutely DESTROYED in the name of glory, stupidity, and sweet, sweet victory!
Here’s how this beautiful disaster works: You and your crew of absolute madlads start RIGHT HERE at Erin’s, that glorious beachside temple of hops and bad decisions. Grab your pint of proper Guinness — thick, creamy, black as midnight on the Irish Sea — and when that whistle blows, you CHUG. THAT. S**T. No sipping like a tourist. No baby sips. Full Viking warrior mode. Foam on the beard, regret in the soul, pure chaos in the veins.
Then? You turn around and HAUL ASS back to the glorious finish line where your reward (or punishment) awaits: a massive, dripping Philly cheesesteak loaded with onions and whiz, or a stacked Reuben so corned-beefy it’ll make your ancestors proud. First team to finish the chug AND demolish the sandwich wins eternal bragging rights, free pints for the crew, and the undying respect of every beach bum within a three-mile radius.
This ain’t your grandma’s tea party. This is Florida beach + Irish lunacy. Sand in your shoes, Guinness in your bloodstream, melted cheese on your shirt like a badge of honor. Laughing your ass off is not discouraged — it’s basically a victory lap. We’ve seen grown men cry into their Reubens. We’ve seen legends born. We’ve seen friendships destroyed and new ones forged in the fires of competitive chugging.
WHO’S READY TO MAKE THEIR LIVER FILE FOR WORKERS’ COMP?!
Bring your crew. Bring your enemies. Bring your ex. Hell, bring a priest — you’re gonna need one after this. Erin’s Irish Pub on the beach. This Saturday. The Guinness Chug Relay is calling your name like a beach bum banshee at 2 a.m.
GET HERE. CHUG HARD. EAT GREASY. REGRET NOTHING.
Sláinte, you magnificent animals. See you at the starting line… if you’re not already too scared. 🍀🍺🏖️
Who’s in?! Tag your relay team of beach bums below! Erin’s is waiting to watch you suffer beautifully.

Address

740 S Fleming St/2025 Seaway Drive
Sebastian, FL
32958

Opening Hours

Tuesday 12pm - 8pm
Wednesday 12pm - 8pm
Thursday 12pm - 8pm
Friday 12pm - 8pm
Saturday 12pm - 8pm

Telephone

+17725891238

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