“You will struggle to find a finer car park-based restaurant here, or indeed anywhere”. – Conor Stevens
“This is as close to the experience of eating in Barcelona’s Boqueria market as you’ll find in dank Dublin”
If you want everything under the (rising) sun and you’re really not too fussy then this might be the place for you.
A destination restaurant in The Liberties. Whatever next?
For the lucky denizens of D7, this is all the neighbourhood restaurant they will ever need. This is a North Star to follow.
It is my fervent hope that January will bring somewhere good enough to sustain my interest over a thousand words, or awful enough to sustain yours.
There is some solid cooking happening here, but not quite enough consistency to justify the enthusiasm of the pricing.
This joint is operating exactly as it was conceived – a round of three card monty to separate the Irish oiks from their silly queenless currency.
I like the feeling that potentially calamitous choices are just maddeningly out of reach. What if I were to pull that lever? Would a tsunami of Hop House 13 roar down James St…?
“The finest seafood carpaccio I’ve ever eaten, sweet, delicate, the flesh still firm. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
This is a menu that promises to do many things to me. Japanese things.
This would be a first – an initially sober experience of the shop formerly known as The Czech Inn, formerly known as Isolde’s Tower.
It bears the feel of something curated rather than created.
Bread is to be broken. The nature of that bread is the issue.
“I’ve found over the years that this space can repay the patient tippler with singular pleasures.”
This is straight down the line Korean cooking (with some needless nods to Japan).
Despite the name, this is the least precious cocktail bar you’ve never been to.
Too good to be regarded as merely a neighbourhood spot, and perhaps too good for Monkstown: this place deserves a postcode.