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There’s something romantic about eating in Dublin’s oldest restaurant, so dinner at the recently-renovated Beaufield Mews was approached with high hopes. First impressions were good – gleaming white walls, tasteful art and not-too-trendy furniture do wonders for this slightly poky converted coach house.
Alas our wine did not arrive before our mains, due to a forced change (the house white had apparently been guzzled by a communion party of ten, half of whom were under 12 – media reports of Ireland’s hard-drinking youth must greatly understate the problem) and considerable fuss.
Terrines of chicken (€8) to start were passable, while smoked coley (€19.85) was middling, and sides were worse – our onion rings (€4.75), watery and cold, had surely survived the French Revolution.
A side of green beans and a gratifying ice cream dessert
partially atoned, but green beans and ice cream doth not a happy meal
make. Even if the service – sloppy, inattentive – didn’t turn me off,
the food wouldn’t have turned me on with a Viagra marinade.
Woodlands
Avenue, Stillorgan, County Dublin. 288 0375
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