So the foodie reviews have been seriously lax of late – apologies – (in all honesty I’ve been too busy catching up with pals whilst stuffing my face to be restaurant review aware)… However yesterday’s lunching vibes were too perfect not to preach.
My favourite Sundays in Dublin are generally always the ones spent trapsing around town with no major plan of action. Once I had yesterday’s 10am appointment on South King Street completed (diamond choosing for the engagement ring I’m designing, v excite!) I was very much foot loose and fancy free.
Minus the severe hailstorming/flash flooding vibes, obviously.
And so after some coffee/cake/quick browse around Grafton Street, we were ready for something a tad more substanch. Not wanting eggs ruled out the majority of brunch menus, and not having a booking (on Valentines of all days) rose panic.
But a stroll around South William Street/Exchequer Street area shone a halo towards The Green Hen. And as luck would have it, we were given their last table sans reservation (provided we could be watered in fed in an hour and a half). I adore The Green Hen; dinner here never fails and their late bar/cocktail menu is amazing. However I had yet to try their lunch offerings… or actually to dine downstairs for that matter, where it’s more of a (French) bistro feel.
The decor is fab – all French movie posters wallpapering the ceilings and the likes, and as we watched the umbrellas dart past outside, I honestly felt transported to a rainy day Parisian cafe… My only gripe being the severely dodge music choices (we’re talking Leona Lewis et al), but it being February 14th and all, imma let that slide.
For the first time in ninety years, I went with soup to start (roasted butternut and celeriac) as I’m currently battling a headcold and felt t’would be good for the soul and all that (which it was) – very delish. Mark chose the terrine which is far more up my street than his, but he left nothing behind him all the same.
The main was where I panic ordered – The duck spoke volumes to me but I had eaten duck the night before (with thanks to the M&S Valentines dine-in deal; highly recommend!), and as Mark chose the pork belly it felt a total waste of the senses to copy. And so I went with the gnocchi.
Which was grand but I obviously had total food envy re: the pork belly. Yum. (FYI: No diss intended to the gnocchi chef – I’m just not that into gnocchi – totally self inflicted). I obviously still cleared my plate though. The pork belly was stunning – crispy and juicy and tasty and perfection.
Dessert was divine – we shared the crumble and it was all kinds of amazing. Which surprised me somewhat for such a safe option, but the vanilla ice-cream was incredible. Highly recommend.
And as we weren’t drinking, our bill totalled a remarkably affordable €40.
I’ve yet to leave the Green Hen without subconciously planning a return date in my head, and now I’ve discovered their lunch menu, I actually think this weekend may just suit!