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Wak-In Noodle Bar

I think I always associated life out of a sitcom with noodles from a takeaway box. I imagined life would change instantly with access to such packaging. Then Wak-In came along, the stir-fry bar of my fantasies, living up to my hopes and dreams. Once I was devouring a fresh box when a man stopped me urgently on the street. He was French. And sexy. He touched me lightly on the arm and beseeched me tell him where I ‘got  zose nood-eeeelz’. This is the Wak-In way. I guarantee it sparkles a bit of NBC magic over real life. The problem was that I finished eating and the fantasy stopped. So I never saw the man again, never casually encountered him at a laundrette or coffee shop. Maybe someday, buying another Wak-In, there’ll only be one portion left and I’ll look up and he’ll be the other customer and we’ll decide to share. Wak-In noodles - the perfect food to live out a sit-com fantasy. / Georgia

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Wall & Keogh

A tea shop that sells sushi, run by a man that looks not wholly unlike The Kinks' Ray Davies? Consider one's interest piqued. Tea and sushi may have a whiff of pretension but Wall & Keogh is without such redolence. Admittedly, the first time I walked into their beautiful outdoor area King Hipster was sprawled across the hospital bed-cum-seat like a Manet painting, shoes off, book in hand. But the Hipster must eat too. You can get nine pieces of fresh sushi with any pot of organic tea here for just €8. I ate like a Shogun and drank deliciously infused Brazilian Mate while admiring the decor and listening to owner Oliver's well selected tunes. At one point, King Hipster turned and nodded approvingly at me and like generations of Irish before us we silently bonded over tea. A completely refreshing dining experience. / Vernon Steel

 

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Saga

In case you didn't know; the hawker centre is the South East Asian equivalent of the ubiquitous Irish pub. It is a foodie Agora, social hub, and watering hole of the masses while SEAsian street food is really the best way to explore Asian cuisine. Imagine my immense Proustian pleasure when this Singapore girl was recently directed to Saga, a new Malaysian fusion restaurant found on Dublin's northside. Its menu gives a one-stop gastronomic glimpse of the region's multicultural street food, ranging from South Indian prata, to Thai Tom Yum, Hainanese chicken rice and Indonesian satay. Decor is uncluttered thus casting the perfect scene for homing in on the authentic hawker food. Best Dish: the Malay ones, especially the red chicken curry. Named I suspect, after a car: the Malaysian-made Proton Saga. / Elish Bul-Godley

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Konkan

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The Red Onion Café

The menu at the Red Onion Café seems to thrive on the concept of brunch, offering bespoke takes on classics hand-in-hand with more adventurous concoctions of their own design. There may be better ways to set you up for the day, but this is certainly up there with the best I've tried. It’s equally functional as a sit-in-with-the-paper or as a coffee-to-go kind of establishment. With the latter, be sure to grab one of the freshly baked blueberry bran muffins, but if eating in, I'd recommend the undisputed star of the brunch menu: black pudding waffle, served with poached egg, caramelized onions and a dollop of homemade chutney. There’s an endearing ‘make it up as we go along’ feel to the Red Onion, which, at just two months old, is probably why. I predict a long future, and possible waffle-related spin-off. / Robert Maguire

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Dada

The buzz boost injected into South William street by the recent arrival of CrackBird has also helped shine some culinary light on Dada. Run by husband and wife Aziz and Eva Nouhl, Dada's been unassumingly delivering some scrumptious Moroccan cuisine in a charming and cozy setting. Starters consisted of the filo pastry mini cigar sardines with charmoula marinade and marinated chicken kebab and harissa dip. For mains we opted for the tagine of hake fillet and ginger marinade with scallions, tomatoes and peppers and the kofta meatballs. Plates empty, wine guzzled, it got the 2009 word du jour 'Yumsies'. Granted it was a tad on the quiet side so choose your seating carefully for intimacy rather than abandonment. However, there was pleasant and unobtrusive flamenco guitar being played this Sunday. Then retire to the wee smoking veranda and observe the CrackBird shifters and shapers. / Zach Joyce

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Ambala

There was a time in Dublin when an Irishman couldn't get 300 Indian pastries over the counter in time for his Bollywood themed wedding - we had them made by a local housewife instead. Those days are over. Cue my squeal of girlish delight and husband's relief when we stumbled upon Ambala with its glass cabinets and retro styled wooden shelving; heaving under an array of rainbow-hued south asian confectioneries and savoury treats. All ready to be picked 'n mixed into classy gift boxes or consumed in the street front cafe with a glass of Chai. Choose from Jalebi, Chamcham, Gulab Jamun or many other colourful calorie-friendly options including Ali G's favourite: Ras Malai. With Diwali and Halloween both round the corner, its a handy one for the season. / Elish Bul Godley

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KC peaches

Beginning life as a whole foods caterer, KC Peaches canteen-style restaurant popped up in pastel blue and mint green on Nassau Street early this summer. Occupying what used to be Fred Hanna's bookshop it has rapidly gathered a devoted and ravenous following. The idea is simple: queue up, pick a size, and cram your plate or take-away box with as much deliciousness as it can handle. The reasonably priced and generously sized portions bring to mind the childhood adage "your eyes are bigger than your belly." The food is comforting, healthy, and very filling. This, and a prime location opposite Trinity's Nassau Street gate, makes for a noisy and bustling atmosphere, cafeteria-like and somehow American. Also, coffee obsessives will be pleased to know that the coffee is good, and their coffee machine is nothing short of beautiful. / Alex Calder

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Dine In Dublin

Nothing like a winter-shortened Dublin day to find youself out and about, work done, dinner skipped and a squidgen squiffy. But where to eat? Thanks to BID this is the time to try that eatery that you have have hitherto ignored. Their Dine in Dublin deals make expensive food cheap. An oxymoron? Not at all. Try Carluccio's for their Antipasto Supremo, €20 for a edible tour of Italy, more than enough for two with a delectable selection that would have Trapattoni thinking of home. Or go to Citron where aptly named new chef Mat Fuller will surprise you you with his laundry-themed amuse bouche. Trust me. Others on the deal worth checking are Bleu (for dessert) and The Washerwoman's Hill (purely for the name). There are 15, 20, 25 and 30 euro set menus and every vital organ will thank you for going for the slow-food option. / Vernon Steel

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Keshk

Just back from our first dinner at Keshk Café Restaurant where chef/proprietor Mustafa Keshk is clearly enjoying having doubled his workload by opening a second restaurant. All you really need to know is that a diner at the next table called out, “See you tomorrow” to the staff as he left. I may join him. We started with the best falafel ever (chef puts this down to only using chickpeas and not beans) and fluffy goats cheese cubes on grilled courgette slices. Every ingredient in the oven baked prawns, okra and tender lamb tasted fresh, clean and distinct. I had the foresight to wear stretch pants; the portions are generous and the bill for two came in at around €50. For aficionados of the original 'Little Keshk' on Leeson St, often frustrated at not being able to get a table, fear not; 'Big Keshk' is just five minutes away. / Kay Scorah

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Paulie's Pizza

Sure, it doesn't have the greasy-spoon edge that normally sets le cool salivating. But this Italian joint has bags of New York-meets-Naples attitude thanks to its frenetic, friendly staff who serve up some of the best pizza in town. And they might just give you a complimentary drop from their stash of special Italian liqueur if they like the look of you and if you obviously approve of the loud dance beats they cook along to. The doughy delights created in the open kitchen are designed to conform to real Neapolitan pizza standards by being made from Caputo 00 flour and wood fired at 450°. And they taste, well, fantastico. / Maisie

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Rigby's Saturday Market

Rigby's has been le cool's favourite new restaurant since the eponymous chef James rang up and harangued us to visit his shabby-chic, no menu place a few months back. It hasn't always been plain sailing though. We've been temporarily barred (long story), our reservation cancelled at the last minute (short story) and we've stepped in as an almost-fight broke out with our culinary hero and a certain dragon from Dragon's Den (almost-story). The food is undeniably brilliant though - amazing value and the BYOB element is naturally a clincher. Like all good love affairs, it's passionate, dangerous and delicious. Never one to sit still, Rigby is now hosting a fresh, organic produce market at his place on Saturdays between 10am and 5pm. Go and see the maestro at work. Maybe don't drop our name though. / Vernon Steel

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Good Mood Food

Oh my the pizzas are incredible. I can't get over it. How do they even get that amount of cheese on top of that crumbly base and perfect layer of tomatoey sauce. Good Mood Food is located off Leeson Street down a lane across from the Sugar Club. The building is an old cobblers, unchanged amongst silly towering office boxes. It's been converted into a bright and friendly space. Upstairs is quieter and the side area is more vibrant. Sit wherever suits your good mood. You have got to, I stress have to, try the pizzas. The salads are ace too, very satisfying, you just fill up your small or large container yourself. Mix the selection to your liking. What I really like about the food is that it all seems so healthy and fresh, even the pizzas. Oh, and they have proper coffee to be proud of and two choices of beans. Strong Costa Rican or Mild Italian. / Georgia

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Terra Madre

All Italian women become their mothers - that is their tragedy. Almost all Italian restaurants in Dublin serve shit food - that is ours. We've all borne witness to the menu travesties of lasagne and chips, flaccid pasta and the dolours of dolmioesque tomato 'sauces'. Succour is at hand in the shape of Terra Madre, a tiny basement cafe on Bachelor's walk. Since opening, the place has been rammed with Guidos and Paddys alike and with good reason. These Tuscan brothers are serving up great flavours at modest prices. Begin with some bresaola wrapped around a fine dice of celery with good aged parmigiano. Follow that with Taglioni alla Gricia, a dish that features guanciale and pecorino. Finish with good coffee and a slice of superb clementine tart made by a big-bellied dalmatian called Mario. / Mr & Mrs Stevens

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Boojum

Ah the irony, that in these belt-tightening, gloomy recessionary times the Celtic Tiger's panini should be knocked off its throne by the Burrito - a whole meal, wrapped up in a piece of bread. A good blueprint of how ALL meals should be served. Boojum, in that corridor of Mad Mick Wallace owned Little Italy, is a laid back, friendly place. Where they won't laugh at you for not knowing what pinto beans are. Don't hang your head in shame, and grab your friends, a burrito and a beer, and hoist yourself up behind their benches for more banter than in an Old El Paso ad. Laugh at the fool who dares to risk the Salsa Roja when they can barely handle the Salsa Verde, and remember to purchase a bottle of water as insurance against being the one laughed at. / Kate Frances Coleman

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M&L Restaurant

The Chinese are coming. What better way to prepare for the imminent hegemony of our fecund friends than with some of the best Sichuan food west of Chengdu. M&L Chinese, on that dismal alleyway known as Cathedral St, specialises in the great regional style famed for its use of bold strident flavours to produce deeply savoury dishes. Expect the intense umami of sesame paste, the elegant, numbing fragrance of Sichuan pepper and, above all, dried chillis employed with reckless abandon. They can be wary of round-eyes hereabouts so be sure to order from the 'chef's recommendations' if you want the real deal. Outstanding soft-shell crab, lightly battered squid, sublime dumplings. Douse the inferno with as many tsingtaos as you see fit. One day we will simply call this "food". / Mr & Mrs Stevens

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Sett Food Club

Out of the seven courses for this meal I think the one I'm most excited to try is the turnip sorbet with prosecco. I'm a huge sorbet fan and supposedly this unity just works. There's also the big attraction of table smoked mackerel with lemon floss - If you went to Tom Lynn's edible talk, you may have seen his demonstration of how to 'table smoke'. Either way, you'll be amused. This will be my first dinner here but I've actually been many times to the Supafast building for other events, so I have a fair idea of what to expect atmospherically. The walls are crumbly and all those in company sit around one long banquet table decorated with white table cloths and candle sticks. The event is BYOB and you just have to ring to reserve a place if you want to be a guest. This is purely charming dining. / Georgia

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Neon

Neon has been flirting with me for a few weeks now. At first I noticed her neat architecture and subtle colour scheme. Then I saw her shutters being adorned with a bespoke piece of street-art, it seemed like she had eyes only for me. When finally she posted her menu on the wall and the finishing touches were put to her industrial but chic interior, I was chomping at the bit to try her take on Asian street food. Whilst the feel is casual, the food is good and keenly priced. The giant table down the centre apparently took seven people to lift it into place, and when it's crowded with people daintily choosing morsels from takeaway boxes with chopsticks it makes the place feel like it has been running for years. The free pull-your-own ice-cream machine was the final touch which won me over. / Jessica Hayden

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Lennox Cafe

Anyone who has stood in line to attend the Sunday service that is the Lennox breakfast can step forward and testify to its resurrecting prowess. More silver spoon than greasy spoon, the food in the Lennox comes as a price but packs more of a punch than its namesake Lewis. Now, breakfast devotees can celebrate the good news that this bistro has launched a new express lunchtime menu, for those in a lunch hour rush. Sample the sandwich and house fries (which are as big as door stops) for around the tenner mark or go the extra mile and order the saliva-enducing seabass and creamy potatoes for under €15. As with most dining experiences, the clientele are as important as the cutlery and here I ate while a lady in a fur-collared coat fed her primed toyboy and sharp suits argued the price of Orla Kiely wallpaper. Indulgent luncheon. / Vernon Steel

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Bear

Bear, on South William(sburg) St is the latest opening from 'Joltin' Joe (Crackbird/Skinfint etc) Macken and it is his most accomplished. With backing from er, Jamie Heaslip it's a grill room for people with Twitter accounts. The focus here is on chargrilled steaks and the toothsome, deeply flavoured cuts such as bavette, onglet and flank take centre stage. The room is industrially handsome, with Edison bulbs emitting a flattering glow. Start with verdant kale pesto or truffled egg mayo (served with peerless Le Levain toast) and then slice through your succulent viand of choice with beautiful Opinel knives. Service is gamine and attentive. Rumours that his next venture will be a vegan joint fronted by Michael Phelps and called Otter remain unconfirmed. / Mr & Mrs Stevens

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Brother Hubbard

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Dave's Woodfired Pizza

Home grown pizzaialo Dave Lennon has been a fixture on the farmer's market circuit for a couple of years now, and he's clearly been honing his craft along the way. We make a point of choking down a  couple of pies wherever we spot his jolly little mobile oven. Now, finally, with a bricks and mortar location, the man has raised his game. He's built a bee-hive oven in the Speak-easy cafe (formerly the ill-fated Sheebeen Chic space) and he has been knocking it out of the park ever since. This is Neapolitan style pizza, with a thin sourdough base and a pleasingly blistered cornicione (crust). The ingredients are top-drawer and seven euro for a small pie is good value. We favour the number 6, with capers and anchovies, preferably preceded by a sestet of frothy ales down the Stag's. / Mr and Mrs Stevens

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La Cocotte

La Cocotte is quite simply one of the most pleasant places in the city to luncheon. It's an appealingly spacious room with light streaming in through magnificent bay windows on two sides and views over the cricket grounds in Trinity. Choose from pain garnis (that's a sandwich to you), freshly baked quiche, soup, salad(e) or the plat de jour and attempt to order en Francais. There is also a monthly menu featuring regional French food. We ate shrimp salad with well dressed leaves and an authentically gallic aioli, Quiche Lorraine and a couple of super fancy desserts. Although we were jealous of the dowager at the next table with her ballon of rosé, we still left feeling replete and content. We will practice our French for the next visit. And our frenching. / Mr & Mrs Stevens

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Seven Social

Dublin's restaurant/bar scene has gone all ersatz living room. Whelan's has just opened a new after-show/members' space upstairs called The Parlour, which looks like what happens when someone goes mad at the Dublin Flea Market. And Emma from Donegal has opened the homely Seven Social restaurant in Smithfield where she wants diners to feel at home. With space for only eight tables and 22 diners at any one time, it's customary for Table One to be chatting with those at Table Two by closing. Emma does all the cooking for the Irish-with-a-European-twist lunch and dinner menus, a nod to her Polish partner Peter who works front of house. It's a pretty space with the city's most stylish outside loo; perfect for combining with a film at the Lighthouse. Emma's summation: 'It's a more reasonable version of The Winding Stair.' / Maisie

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Mr Simms

I'm chomping my gnashers with glee at the current influx of sweet shops that are popping up around Dublin. The latest offering is Mr Simms Olde Sweet Shoppe. Candy cave comes to mind staring up at the floor to ceiling shelves that are crammed with every imaginable piece of sugary goodness. The counter is caving under the weight of boxes overflowing with coloured treats, even the exterior resembles a toffee flavoured candy cane. Sheer choice is a terrible thing, but I have my eye set on a box of Wonka's Runts, perfect for a mid-afternoon pick me up. Place is already packed with confectionery addicts and they have plans to open another four shops in Dublin in the coming weeks. Literally you have reached candy mountain Charlie, thankfully organs still intact, teeth, on the other hand, probably not... / Sarah Maguire

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Lilliput Stores

In the redbrick hipster-womb lalaland of Stoneybatter, there are a few institutions that keep the sense of community alive, and among them is Lilliput Stores. Packed full to the brim with major goodies that range from charcuterie to their very own The Good Olive Company, with products such as olives, oil and soap, this place is a treat not a shop. There’s also a selection of fabulously knobbly organic fruit and veg, excellent cheese and wines. But the main thing is the fuzzy warm feeling you get when you go in - chatty friendliness that will put a jaunt in your step for the rest of the day. In these sunny times that may not last long, take a Sunday morning ramble through the Phoenix Park and end up sitting on the bench outside Lilliput complete with coffee and croissant, and watch the world roll slowly by. It’s heaven. / Marie Claire

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South Street

Finding a decent place to eat in Dublin, after the curfew hours, with a menu that doesn’t say kebab, big mac or chips, is almost mission impossible. If there is one thing I miss about living in the Moscow megapolis it is the never-sleeping attitude. At three in the morning, you can get a table, meet a friend for a coffee, do shopping, even buy a drill. So, one night in town, not being a fan of Indian or Chinese fat smoldered take-aways, I probably would have expired of stomach frustration if not for South Street. It offered everything I love – tasty Italian food, good steaks, warm décor, reasonable prices, and staff who are courteous even at midnight. And just when the police start picking up drunk people on Dame street, my hungry fellow dancers and I can enjoy that late espresso and a gorgeous Black Forest cake after a gig. / Nadia Gativa

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El Toro Bravo

This is one of those hidden gems. Nestling on the corner of Portobello Bridge in a location previously occupied by various coffee shops this tapas bar offers something different from much of the fare on offer in the neighbouring Rathmines. Small and cosy it is also warm and welcoming and the staff always make you feel special even if you’ve only popped in for a glass of wine. However, that would be a shame as the range of food on offer is both mouth watering and delicious and begs to be tried. I haven’t managed to work my way through the entire menu yet but I’m slowly getting there and the reasonable prices and impressive portions make it seem rude not to keep returning. Although I’m loathe to share this place lest it becomes too packed to be comfortable everybody should definitely experience it at least once. / Frances Winston 

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Lolly and Cooks

I think we are all agreed that there's nothing like a good sausage in the morning. Lolly and Cooks know this and their stall in George's Street arcade have been creating a cult following with their 'savage sausage rolls' since 2008 and have now opened a second venture on Merrion Street. Perky staff and a salad selection to drool over (get there early before the flock of suits descend if you want a helping of their chickpea concoction) will ease the pain of the queue which is invariably out the door - testament to the fresh ingredients and decent helpings. Huge choices of meal deals, brick sized foccacia and daily hot pots will have you salivating, and if you're looking for something sweet try their massive range of "dublin's best cupcakes" in colours so whimsical they'd make my little pony blush. / Sarah Maguire

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Dublin's Best Burgers

As burger fetishists, we realised long ago that the only way to order consistently well would be to move to Manhattan. A drastic measure you might think, but there are few foodstuffs quite as satisfying as a well executed specimen of this humble sandwich. As classicists we like ours medium-rare with half-sour pickles, a slice of gruyere and raw onions. Read on for our top three in the city. All are priced around the €15 mark. At three - Fallon&Byrne - a solid, handsome burger, cooked medium and served in the most elegant dining room in Dublin. At two - Elephant&Castle - feted for its wings, their cheeseburgers are flavour-packed pucks of delight. Top of the list - The butcher burger at the Butcher Grill, cooked (whisper it) to order, these delicious buggers are up there with NYC's finest. Welcome to flavour country. / Mr & Mrs Stevens

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Ladurée

Food trends in Dublin seem to come and go fast these days. Last summer it was the cake on a stick and traditional pies. This year goat's meat, specialist beers and elderflower spiked everything. And according to Google, the infamous Cupcake is still on the up and up, making it the corporate go-to gift. You can't go to the opening of an envelope without an envelope-shaped cupcake being shoved in your face. Disturbing... So if you want a change and a real treat, then may I suggest macaroons. Not just any macaroons though - God no - Ladurée Macaroons.  An eye feast as well as a taste one - the packaging alone is delectable - there's a newfangled confection every time you visit. You can 'fake' a cupcake, but a macaroon is just to damn complicated . Long live Ladurée! Death to the Cupcake! / Rachel Ray

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Dublin Food Co-op

The Dublin Food Co-op doesn’t get enough attention on a Saturday. Every week they combine their wholefoods store with farmers’ stalls to celebrate the joys of eating well. Local, organic fruit and vegetables feature heavily, along with breads and pastries, milk, cheese, yoghurt; everything you would expect from a good market. There is even a selection of fresh artisan produce. If you can’t find that particular type of Japanese mushroom you were after, then I suggest a quality caffeine supplement at the community café, or burying your troubles in the magnificent €8 vegetable plate. Everything fits snugly into the Co-Op’s headquarters, and while you won’t pick up on the trends that flea market Sundays bring, there is a surplus of community feel, which deep down is what we all really love about the marketplace. / Jerath Head

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Liston's

We’ve all been to the supermarket deli, tasted the bland mix of overly shiny vegetables and questionable meat, and felt the distinct need to be somewhere else. Liston's is not one of those places. The exotic aroma of a huge assortment of tea greets you at the door. The absence of fluorescent lights makes your winter tan less obvious. The staff are friendly, and with their denim overalls they give the place a farmstead vibe. You feel healthier just having walked into the store. The kitchen menu has an assortment of soups, salads and sandwiches, the ingredients for which are decidedly fresh and displayed in real bowls alongside wedges of actual cheese. My Devil’s Bite sandwich was made on a soft Turkish roll, with goat’s cheese, pesto, fresh salad and marinated roast vegetables. It’s deli food the way it should be done. / Jerath Head

Musashi Noodles and Sushi

It’s the first chichi Asian restaurant in Dublin in many ways – a necessary scout badge in order to rank as a cosmopolitan city. Situated at the bottom (as in near the river half) of Capel Street, which seems to be lapping up every good idea in town, this place is designed to look like a New York sushi restaurant. Done perhaps on the cheap, but still its very nice and squared off. The most important thing about Musashi is that its sushi rolls and selections are very fresh and beautifully light. The second most important thing is that they don’t have a booze licence but that it’s a BYOB affair. Which means it has a cosy atmosphere on top of being quite elegant and doing nice sushi. I sat next to a table of people who were having the time of their lives, one guy in particular enjoying a California roll with a side of Gin-Fanta. / Roisin Agnew

Mongolian Barbeque

The Mongolian Barbecue in Temple Bar takes the concept of the buffet, puts it on a high heat, chops it up with huge swords and serves it up to you with a bowl of rice. Yum. But before you hit the noodle goodness, remember the chief rules of food stacking. Numero Uno: Keep you flyaway foods near the bottom - yes beansprouts, I'm looking at you. Number Two: If it's relatively light but has a large surface area, CRUSH IT under a pile of noodles. Three: Remember the holy ratio 1 meat : 2 veg : Lots and lots of carbohydrates. Go mad on the seasoning and sauces, go for mild coriander flavours, hot hot hot Indian flavours or just chuck a load of things you thought would never go together, together, and you'll be pleasantly surprised. Pleasantly surprised and so full you'll waddle out of there. / Kate Frances Coleman

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Bite

Sometimes you don't want a load of awkward waiters hanging over you asking about the wine - the two of you fawning over a bottle like it's some invisible emperor's new clothes. Sometimes all you want is a stiff drink and a bite to eat, in a nice atmosphere.  That's just what BITE offers - 'posh' fish and chips and an array of cocktails to chase it down.  The menu is limited, but specialised, with so many tasty sides and sauces that you'll never have the same meal twice.  They're still smoothing out some bumps, but the atmosphere is cosy and personal and they also have a lovely concealed terrace if you just fancy a drink.  Perfect for a quiet date / catch-up and definitely for that Saturday morning hangover cure.  Unless you want a bad case of plate envy though, upgrade your chips to VVIP - they're epic. Get there, switch off, eat and...vegetate. / Rachel Ray

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Cinnamon Café

How to specify the essence of Cinnamon. Impossible, really. Among the many restaurants and cafes in Ranelagh, this place managed to sustain a buzzing crowd within two months of opening. Comprising a myriad of whatever you could desire makes their late opening hours ideal. A large square space divided by shelves of deli goods allows you to easily transition ’tween different worlds and you can spend the day dancing through flavours. Colourful wallpaper encircles lounge chairs in the chill zone, a spidery lamp lazily lighting relaxed conversations. Giant laundry pegs turns your attention to the kitchen in an elongated section for upbeat weekend brunches. Evenings in the wine corner adjourning the entrance provides the dinner setting, whilst the petite patisserie arrangement along the counter reminds you why you love Paris. / Amalie Christine Elvang

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Temple Bar Food Market

Saturday morning. No food in your fridge – just some beers left from last night. How to come back to life? Go get a burrito at Gustavo´s stall, or a box of noodles at Tasty Land, or shortbread at Noirin´s bakehouse. Temple Bar Food Market is a paradise for food lovers. Hotdogs, Oysters, Burgers, Crêpes, Dumplings…all kinds of dishes. If you´re a vegan, enjoy choosing the best organic products at the vegs and fruits stall. If you can´t live without meat, go to Rahara farm´s stall: Valerie will help you to decide which steak to take home. If you love fresh fish, buy it at Out of The Blue. And if your passion is sweet, don´t leave without visiting The French Bread and Natasha´s living food stalls. Slightly more expensive than Dunnes or Tesco´s, but so much of the selection is fresh, homemade, organic and/or free range. / Verónica Zumalacárregui