Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
I’ve been hearing rave reviews of Green Bench sandwiches for weeks now – the queue outside at lunchtime is supposedly one of the longest in the city. This week, I was fortunate enough to be included in a group order picked up by someone else, so my extraordinary lunch came queue-free. A generous pile of shredded beef brisket anchored the sandwich, with just a touch of heat in its marinade, and the coleslaw was a crunchy foil to the tender meat. Avocado and tomato relish are already two staples in my Irish diet, so they were welcome additions. I was prepared for the sandwich to be rather messy, but the well-toasted bread somehow held up to the all the fillings.
The details:Green Bench Café, 18 Montague St., Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
I wasn’t sure if upscale brunch would be as popular in Ireland as it is in the States, but Super Miss Sue made it clear that Dublin takes the leisurely weekend meal just as seriously. And if I know anything about brunch, it’s that most of the best ones start with a great Bloody Mary. This one was exceptional: lots of peppery spice and savory worcestershire kick, plus brine from the pickle and char from the shrimp. It felt classic and fresh all at once.
My entree veered even further away from tradition. It was a breakfast version of a Caesar salad, so poached eggs landed atop croutons, dressing, and charred romaine leaves. Crispy ham and pickled onions rounded out all the different textures, and also added more color to an already beautiful plate. I wouldn’t normally choose a salad in the morning, but this one definitely satisfied. And closing out the meal with coffee and gelato is never a bad idea, especially when one of the trio of flavors tasted just like Ferrero Rocher.
The details:Super Miss Sue, 2–3 Drury St., Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
A local friend suggested we check out Sister Sadie, an eclectic little café launched by another popular restaurant called Brother Hubbard. Sister Sadie had just recently started supper service three nights a week, and once I read a few early reviews, I was sold. The menu itself was small but ambitious, with a focus on creative seasonal ingredients and warm Middle Eastern spices. We shared several dishes, each with unique character. Rounds of sesame-glazed chorizo and seeded goat cheese joined an unlikely combination of hazelnut, roasted red pepper, pickled onion, and mixed greens in a way that worked incredibly well. Soft, herb-roasted carrots with zingy tahini sauce and a heavy dusting of za’atar were what every vegetable side should aspire to be.
The baked salmon salad excelled in both texture and flavor: citrusy, sumac-crusted salmon and plenty of crunch from pickled fennel, spiced seeds, and greens. I also enjoyed Sister Sadie’s version of shakshuka (baked eggs, also a favorite at Avec brunch in Chicago) – the rich, chunky tomato sauce and feta cheese tasted great with both the eggs and the accompanying za’atar flatbread. The service was easily the most attentive I’d had so far in Dublin, and we were even sent home with a pastry for breakfast the next morning.
The details:Sister Sadie, 46 Harrington St., Dublin 8, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
Nestled underneath the Little Museum of Dublin is Hatch & Sons Irish Kitchen, a cafe that serves “stews, cakes and salads – the kind of food we all like to eat,” as its sign outside proclaims. The inside was cozy and minimalist, and the menu was equally well-curated. I was intrigued by the “Blaas” section, and learned that a blaa is a soft Irish bun with a healthy dusting of flour on top. My petite blaa was piled with shredded beef, melted coolea (a cheese similar to gouda), greens, and a sweet caramelized onion relish. The toppings worked well together, but the soft-yet-sturdy texture of the blaa is really what turned my savory brunch sandwich into something extra special.
A glass of Earl Grey iced tea was a sweet, refreshing complement – and was so memorable that I’m now inspired to try making my own at home. Hatch & Sons was also the kind of place where you couldn’t help but linger and enjoy some cake (which in Ireland can refer to any variety of pastry or baked treat). My pear-almond tart was true to the classical French version, and the chilled cream on the side added another touch of elegance.
The details:Hatch & Sons, Little Museum of Dublin, 15 St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
Thursday is quickly becoming one of my favorite days in Dublin, and it’s mostly because of this pop-up lunchtime market on Mespil Road. Vendors start setting up their stalls along the Grand Canal early in the morning, and by around 11am, they’re serving more than a dozen different global cuisines right across the street from my office. Every week, I join hundreds of other businesspeople who grab lunch and find a spot along the canal to enjoy it, often on blankets provided by the market.
I couldn’t help but notice the long queue at Kerala Kitchen week after week, and finally had to try it for myself. Both dishes – chicken tikka masala and Keralan chicken coconut curry – were completely delicious. If I had to choose between the two, I’d go with the Keralan coconut, simply because it felt more unique and had a nice balance of sweetness and spice. But since half-and-half is an option, I probably won’t ever have to.
The half-and-half is also a staple at another perpetually crowded stall: The Paella Guys. Why just order chicken and chorizo paella, cooked in the largest paella pan I’ve ever seen, when you can add in garlicky moorish meatballs in a rich and aromatic sauce? The pairing of flavors was even more satisfying than I expected, and the large portion was enough to have leftovers.
I was also charmed by the Pieman Cafe, whose tagline is “Look Into My Pies.” During my first week in Dublin, I tucked into the Sunday Dinner pie special, complete with mashed potatoes and brown gravy, and it couldn’t have been more comforting. And of course, there’s dessert, in the form of picturesque cupcakes from The Cupcake Oven. I was a fan of the traditional Irish toffee flavor.
There’s also a coffee stall, Bryan’s Coffee, which came in especially handy when I needed an afternoon pick-me-up and the office coffee machine was out of order. At the last minute, I noticed that marshmallows were an option for the latte, and I had to smile when these pink and white miniatures were scattered on top. It made an already tasty latte extra special.
The details:Irish Village Markets, Mespil Road, Dublin 4, Ireland (one of several market locations throughout the week).
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
So far, it’s been a lot of fun to live in a new city and learn about its most-hyped restaurants. From what I can tell, Bunsen burgers are to Dublin as Au Cheval burgers are to Chicago. They both serve a burger that uses the best-possible beef, keeps it simple with the toppings, and is so inexplicably good that it remains heavily sought after by locals (and in-the-know tourists). The medium-sized patty came as a true medium rare, so the juicy black angus beef made an even better impression with each bite. The brioche bun was spongy enough to soak in the cheese, lettuce, tomato, and classic sauces. Final verdict? Hype-worthy, to be sure.
And Bunsen’s business-card-sized menu made ordering easy – though I did have to throw in a (fruity, delicious) strawberry milkshake for good measure.
The details:Bunsen, 36 Wexford Street, Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
I knew I wanted seafood during my first week in Dublin, and the seafood at Matt the Thresher impressed both in quality and quantity. We began with a prawn and lobster cocktail with rosy-colored Marie Rose sauce, which is apparently a traditional preparation in this region. It was lovely to look at, vibrantly colored and served in a martini glass. I was also glad to see that the seafood wasn’t too heavily dressed. It wasn’t until later that I learned that Michelle Obama and the girls ate here during their visit to Ireland in 2013, and that Sasha and Malia chose this same appetizer.
And then came the main event: the mussels pot. Underneath the heavy iron lid was easily the largest portion of mussels that I had ever been served (the photo doesn’t do it justice). I lost track of how many of the petite, meaty mollusks I pried out of their shells, but they were so fresh and simply prepared that it was well worth it. And then, of course, dunking the crusty garlic bread into the white wine broth completed the whole experience.
I decided to eschew the Guinness and instead tried a pale ale from O’Hara’s, a popular Irish craft brewery. It was quite easy-drinking and paired excellently with the mussels. I also kept getting distracted by all the details in the restaurant’s interior, whether it was the stained glass windows overhead, the sprawling, spiral-shaped light fixture over the bar area, or the multiple seating levels with tables tucked into every curve.
The details:Matt the Thresher, 31-32 Lower Pembroke Street, Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
I ate at The Chop House on what was both my very first night in Dublin and my birthday. In this case, a doubly celebratory occasion could mean only one thing: I would order a steak. Little did I know that it would be such an outstanding one. The Irish are serious about high-quality beef, and The Chop House sources theirs from Irish Hereford Prime. At The Chop House, all of the day’s cuts of meat are proudly presented by the server on a wooden cutting board. While it was a little startling at first to see a board covered in hulking pieces of raw meat, it did solidify my decision to order a beautiful 8-ounce filet mignon.
The beef itself was excellent, tender and full of flavor. The steak was then crusted with herbs and topped with a little braised pork – just enough to add sweetness and even more meatiness. The silky red wine jus coating the plate was exceptional, and the pommes dauphinoise (layered potatoes similar to au gratin) were a nice nod to classical French technique. I’ll just say between that steak and my first Irish pint of Guinness, I wasn’t so focused on jet lag anymore.
The details:The Chop House, 2 Shelbourne Road, Dublin 2, Ireland.
Dublin Dining chronicles my food & drink experiences during six months living in Dublin, Ireland.
It’s hard to miss the bright pink door marking the entrance to The Pig’s Ear, a charming restaurant with two cozy upstairs dining rooms. The Pig’s Ear serves contemporary Irish cuisine that earned it Michelin Bib Gourmand status (a distinction shared by many of my favorite restaurants in Chicago as well). We chose from a 3-course prix fixe menu available only in the early evening, which turned out to be an excellent value. I enjoyed the whole meal, but the second course edged out the rest as my favorite. It combined familiar flavors with more surprising techniques: an oat crust on fall-apart-tender duck, and sweet corn cut from the cob in full slices. The grilled onion and truffle sauce made the dish even more savory.
But first came the bread basket, including the hearty brown bread that is ubiquitous in Irish restaurants. I’m sure I’ll have much more to say about brown bread in the coming posts, but The Pig’s Ear’s version was nicely dense and nutty. The round of butter alongside was also especially elegant with its marble slab and wooden spreader.
The salmon starter was light, refreshing, and texturally interesting. Cucumber came in two forms: more recognizable slices, and smaller orbs rolled in black ash. I’ve been impressed multiple times already at the quality of salmon in Ireland, and this dish showed off the fresh fish especially well.
We finished our meal with The Pig’s Ear’s signature dessert, presented to each person in a striped pink bag. Inside was a glass jar filled with three layers of cheesecake: raspberry jam, cream cheese filling, and crushed biscuits (similar to graham crackers). It must be the high-quality Irish dairy, because the filling was some of the creamiest I’ve tasted and made each spoonful heavenly. I might go back for the cheesecake alone.
The details:The Pig’s Ear, 4 Nassau Street, Dublin 2, Ireland.
For the next six months, I’ll be working from Dublin, Ireland – which means I’ll be eating and drinking in a whole new city, country, and continent! I plan to chronicle as many of my dining adventures as possible, both in Dublin and throughout Europe.
I arrived in Dublin yesterday, on my birthday, and enjoyed my very first Irish pint of Guinness at dinner. The rumors are true: Guinness does taste better here! And I’ll share more about my meal in the next post.
This does mean that the blog will be more Euro-centric than Chicago-centric for a while, but I hope you’ll enjoy going on this journey with me.