Super Miss Sue’s sprang up on the scene what seems like a lifetime ago. There was always a sense that these guys were set about doing something different, from the moment that subtly snapshot of a retro Roz Purcell popped up on social media. Soon it became clear this place was far more then just posh fish and chips – and it’s become a real flagship for the group as they ooze New York chic, as well as waft the scent of hangover heaven, out onto Drury Street.
On my “Must Try” list for quite some time, I was invited along by Zomato to sample their brunch menu – something I physically can’t refuse even if I tried; and at last I got to see what all the non-stop fuss was about.
Growing older is inevitable, growing up – optional; said a wise person somewhere on the Internet. There’s something about Sophie’s, the rooftop eatery and late bar a-top Dublin’s newest boutique hotel, The Dean; that’s both sophisticated and childlike – that made me think of that phrase.
And I think that’s why I loved it so much.
Whether it’s pancakes for lunch or sitting on swings waiting for the lift; it’s a place of polar opposites. Old fashioned, modern, chic and childish. It strikes me as something of a Neverland.
Hype is a dangerous word, no matter what the industry. Over-hyped beauty products see many pennies spent and broken hearts. With restaurants, a good review can cripple the capabilities of otherwise competent staff as the bulging reservations book weighs them down.
This, however, was thankfully not the case when I visited the highly acclaimed San Lorenzo’s.
Simply put, it’s a case of – Hear the Hype and Book It Anyway.
One benefit of being a Twitter addict (btw are you following me yet?) is that sometimes you win things – and recently I won brunch for two in The Waterloo on Baggot Street.
I had been to The Waterloo once for drinks, and genuinely hadn’t given the possibility of lunch there much thought past maybe some decent pub grub. However, I’m someone who won’t mind being proven wrong – and wrong I was proven!
Let me be the first to say that I’m a serial bruncher. It’s everything I love in a meal. Coffee, alcohol, toast, eggs and frivolous garnishes. Anything that qualifies eggs benedict and a cheeky wine at 1 pm and I’m your gal.
But I’ll also be quick to admit that I know not everyone shares my irrational love for this midi-meal – something that became that bit clearer to me during a particularly sobering brunch last week (get it?!)