Sunday Brunch in Dublin is one of my absolute favourite ways to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon – even more so when accompanied by good company, a spicy Bloody Mary and a decent newspaper. Last Sunday found myself and my No. 2, venture into the Dublin City in search of a late Sunday Brunch. For many years, brunch in Dublin was a scarcity, with few places veering away from the usual luncheon fare. Thankfully things have changed – and not before time.
Most city centre restaurants and bars offer brunch in one form or another, and Sunday was our turn to try brunch at George’s Streets 777. Primarily a Mexican Tequila Bar, brunch at 777 is a traditionally Mexican affair. In keeping with the theme (and name), tapas style brunch dishes are priced at £7.77 each with a couple of special cocktails on offer also. This weeks offerings were a Tequila Sunrise, (so so) and a Passionfruit Margarita (yum yum). We chose three dishes and opted for Atole Machin (Shrimp in Grits), Tacos al Campeon (Breakfast Tacos with egg, chorizo and salsa verde) and El Ray ( Coddled Egg Rancheros with tortilla strings). No complaints. Everything was good, but being tapas sized portions, I was glad we ordered 3 dishes (and requested extra bread…..).
Now, with brunch out of the way, we could concentrate on our next mission – shopping for supper. As I rarely get an opportunity to wander around Fallon & Fyrne, that was our next port of call. The food hall here is heaven, just don’t forget your credit card. Their deli counter in particular is, in my opinion, the kind of deli counter all gourmet stores should aim for. We settled on a cheese board for our evening sustenance and am I glad we did.
Although I generally know what I like in the cheese department, advice is always appreciated and the charming man on the cheese counter surely knew his stuff. His knowledge of the cheeses available was impressive. He suggested a french St Agur, a Durrus from Cork, and a wedge of Glebe Brethen all the way from Co. Louth. As a palate cleanser when switching between different cheeses, he recommended a rose-petal encrusted French Chevre. A little radical perhaps, but Oh. My. God. This man knows his stuff. My perfect Sunday evening was spent grazing on our divine cheeses atop wafer thin rye crackers and washed down with a glass of Warre’s Otima 10 year old tawny – my favourite Port at the moment. Sheer Heaven.