This is a restaurant on South Great Georges Street in Dublin 2 that I have been wanting to visit for the longest time (one on my very long list!) and on Tuesday evening, I finally got there!
Photo from http://www.independent.ie
From entering the establishment, the lighting is subtle and warm and the atmosphere has an audible hum of chat and laughter that doesn’t offend the ears…quite the opposite in fact…it draws you in. We were met by a friendly and smiley host who found our reservation in moments and brought us to an area where we had a choice of seats. Seated happily, he pointed out the Cocktail menu, gave us the A La Carte menu and also the Pre Theatre menu. Of course, very importantly, he provided us with the wine list… and oh what a list it is! My friend and I decided to go with the Pre-Theatre menu which is excellent value at just €27.95 for three courses. This is available ALL night from Sunday to Wednesday & until 6.30pm on Thursdays to Saturday and lunchtime too on request. There are excellent choices too with five starters, five mains and four desserts to choose from. Ohhhh the dilemma of what to choose… it took me a little while, I can tell you! A really lovely waitress came and brought us water and some yummy grained bread and butter. We chose from the extensive wine list the Finca Museum Vinea Crianza, Tinta del Pais (Tempranillo) (Cigales, Spain 2011) as we both really enjoy red – it was quite exquisite.
I finally decided on Wild Mushroom Soup with parmesan, truffle oil and pickled enoki to start – it was absolutely delicious. We both had the same. It tasted purely of Wild mushroom, which I know is stating the obvious, but too often that is not what a soup ends up tasting of…what it’s supposed to be! The garnishes only added to the flavour and did not overpower the natural earthiness of the dish at all.
For main, I ordered the chargrilled 6oz Sirloin of beef with bearnaise sauce, crisp watercress salad, thick cut fries and pesto rolled greens at a €5 supplement but let me add that it was worth every cent. My request for medium steak was noted, delivered and it was the perfect size to enjoy without feeling overstuffed; especially after having had soup to start. My friend had ordered the same but well done and was very happy with the quality of the food.
And dessert…well…this is where things might get a little…hot under the collar!!! My friend order the Peanut Butter Mousse with chocolate sauce and chocolate ice cream and I won’t lie… it was fabulously decadent. There was lots of sighing and Mmmm-ing going on at the table. But the pièce de résistance for me was the Pecan Pie with creme anglaise and chocolate ice cream…I quite literally had a Sweet Pie-gasm in my seat!!! It was lusciously gratifying with the crunch of pecan against the buttery, syrupy filling and the crumble of the sweet pastry. Even thinking about it now, I am weak with desire!!!
Ahem…anyhoooo… the staff were at all times attentive yet unobtrusive and the background music just loud enough to keep other conversations, and our own, private – exactly what you want really. I apologise for the lack of photo evidence but everything was eaten by the time I remembered to take any photos! 🙂
My only negative is that though the toilets were clean to the eye, the odour left much to be desired. That’s a problem very easily fixed though but worth mentioning all the same.
Thank you very much Brasserie Sixy6 for a thoroughly enjoyable evening. I really, really liked this place and I will, most definitely, be revisiting.
Aran Islands off the coast of Galway in the West of Ireland at the beginning of July. Let me tell you, without doubt, it is one of the most wonderful places on this earth. If you haven’t been – you must visit. If you have been – then you know exactly what I’m talking about. I was there with my two boys, Jack and Daniel (and before you ask, it wasn’t a deliberate decision to name them after my favourite bourbon…Cross my heart!! 😉 ) and we were sharing a house with a friend and her daughter.
here from Dublin to marry an Islander Paidraic. What a change in life? Yes indeed but she loves it!! They have three beautiful children and she absolutely loves living on the Island. Paula is like my Earth Mama… she bakes beautiful cakes and breads, she cooks sensational food and she is a Reiki Practitioner. She also writes from her soul (Blog @donkeyshindlegs check her out or you’re seriously missing out). Don’t get me wrong – she gets frustrated and pissed off like any of the rest of us. And I know there are times when having three kids and a very Quiet Man must be exhausting and exasperating but she has found her Zen. She is the most wonderful, caring and patient Woman though (I know you’re going to read this Paula so just a reminder…you’re the whole package!!) and…she is my wonderful, sexy, beautiful BFITWWU!
The Island itself is a thing to behold…rugged beauty hewn from rock and etched in luscious greens and smoked silver greys. The island is around 3km x 3km with rolling hills (that sometimes feel like Croagh Patrick but they are so far from it, in truth!!) and really, it’s easily covered by foot or by bike (a word of caution if cycling however, the hills, though small are steep and can be a recipe for disaster for children on bikes even with helmets – I’ve witnessed numerous visits from the Air Ambulance helicopter!). Taking a stroll around to the lighthouse or out to the shipwreck of the Plassy (seen on the intro to the wonderful Father Ted) lets you see Inis Oirr in all it’s diversity come alive. The uniquely built walls hugging the narrow roads leading past Aras Eanna – the Arts Centre on the Island (another must see) takes you through the Island around small high walled fields with perhaps one or two cattle with calves within. And the sunsets… Sweet Mother of Divine!! They are to die for! The colours are exceptional and on a clear day, I really mean it, you can can see forever across the golden lit sea.
clothes that WE like, for having hairy legs or hairy lips or hairy pits, for farting, for burping, for pooing, for drinking, for liking beer, for smoking, for liking whiskey, for working, for liking working, for sex, for liking sex, for loving sex, for wanting sex, for wanting more sex, for wanting no sex, for having brains, for having opinions … I could go on for quite some time here. If you have never thought about it… take a moment and consider it. I’ll find it hard to believe if you tell me that as a woman, you’ve never felt you had to make an apology or excuse in some shape or form for at least one of the above… that you’ve never opted out of wearing that sleeveless top just because you hadn’t got around to shaving under your arms last night – that in itself is an apology & we’ve all done it; we’ve all let that judgement, that societal bullshit make a decision for us instead of saying ‘So Fucking What!’ Show love, respect, confidence and care for yourself in the words you use to yourself and about yourself.
basis. It was ridiculous and I didn’t even realise it until one of my flat mates pointed it out to me. I was shocked at the time but I’ve never forgotten it and I’m so glad she did (Thank you Owl! X). It took a long time to really break the cycle but I do not apologise now unless I am genuinely sorry for something that I need to apologise for. Thankfully, that doesn’t happen too often as I try to live by the ‘Treat others as you wish to be treated’ mantra. My point in this whole post is … I’m NOT sorry…not now and never again and I hope if you identify with any of this that you’re not sorry either!
The Ravenous Woman 