“ 18 Dame Street, Dublin 2. Tel: (01) 679 7049 „
visit to boccaccio on 25/10/2007 was not an enjoyable experience to summerise ,my main course ,and that of my companion were both over cooked to my amazement ,when i brought this to the attention of the waiter,he just looked at me ,and took away my plate without any comment .as i was with company ,i waited until i got home and then phoned the restaurant ,and relayed my experience to the lady in charge ,who told me that the manager would contact me next day .i am still waiting . so much for costumer feedback .i will not be returning.
Boccaccio 18 Dame St Dublin Tel: 01 679 7049 When you get to a certain age you like to think that despite the evidence of your own eyes, you are still ravishingly attractive to the other sex and that you are much too young to use the phrase "when you get to a certain age". It's not often that circumstances lend their allegiance to this self-deception and when they do, being the unselfish person that I am, as well as being ravishingly alluring, I want to share the experience with others. I have just come back from a weekend in Dublin with 3 other ravishingly allure females... my mates. We went on a Translink (what used to be Northern Ireland railways) package which included return train fare from Belfast to Dublin and 2 nights B&B in a cheap and cheerful local hotel all for £95. After an early night on Friday (3am) we got up on Saturday morning and after our obligatory fry, set off with the dual purposes of (a) doing lots of shopping and (b) finding somewhere to eat that evening. Splitting into pairs, myself and Margaret found task (a) unfortunately very easy to complete as long as we stopped often to purchase bottles of Lucozade. The fact that we had consumed 2 bottles of wine before we left the train station in Belfast gives you some idea of why we needed to stop often to rehydrate our ravishingly alluring bodies. Task (b) proved to be much more difficult. If you haven't been to Dublin recently you will be surprised by the number of people who now appear to have chosen it as a weekend playground. The ready availability of cheap flights from all over the UK seems to have made it the place to be for a little R&R. The pitiful looks of many restaurant staff when we enquired as to the possibility of getting a table for Saturday evening made us think that Burger King was going to be the only haute cuisine we would be getting that night unless of course we were willing to take a table for 6.30pm and leave a
gain at 8pm - an option that we were not really interested in. 3 bottles of Lucozade later we spotted "Boccaccio" an Italian restaurant close to Temple Bar (place to be in Dublin at night) on Dame St. Apologetically we enquired of the very handsome Italian in dealing with reservations if we could get a table for that evening. Daniel informed us that he could give us a table but not until 9.30pm. At our "not so sure" looks he informed us that we should try to make it for that time as there would be a "big surprise" at 10.00pm. Being of a certain age (I know, I know) "big surprises" don't come my way too often and as Margaret was of the same mind we said we would be happy to take the 9.30pm booking. Daniel took my mobile phone number (I live in hope), gave us the restaurant's card and asked us to phone if we didn't think we could make it. We did ask for a table in a smoking area (we're all giving up next week) but Daniel couldn't assure us of this as it would depend which tables were free after the first sitting and when we arrived at 9.30pm. We headed off to meet our other 2 friends happy in the knowledge that we had completed both tasks successfully unlike they who had had no luck in finding a restaurant with any availability. After a much needed siesta we set off fresh and hungry for our evening. Arriving at the restaurant we found it to be packed to the doors with Daniel now appearing to be run off his feet along with many other Daniel lookalikes and what appeared to be a quite stern Anna in charge. Daniel spotted us straight away and came over to greet us as if we were long last friends. Myself and Margaret smiled knowingly at our other two friends "Boy can we still pull the guys". Anna quickly intervened and informed us that there would be a slight wait while the first sitting cleared from a table for four. Unfortunately this wait took place in a
queue which had formed at the door but fortunately the wait was for 5 minutes at the most. While waiting we were able to read the many very positive reviews of the restaurant which had been cut from local papers and placed in the window for all to read. Once seated (in the non-smoking section) we were waited on very courteously and willingly by the gorgeous but sensitive (according to my friend) David. The menu was very Italian as you would expect and included a good variety of starters from which we chose 2 to share (we girls know how to live). These were Mushrooms stuffed with mozarella and garlic, and antipasto which included salami, parma ham, aubergine drizzled with delicious olive oil, some very good quality olives and a couple of wedges of parmesan cheese. David brought us a basket of what appeared to be home made bread and along with a bottle of very well chilled Soave we started to relax, enjoy our meal and examine the other clientele (and waiters). It would be hard to put a label on the other diners but if I tell you that these included a birthday party, what appeared to be a family gathering at a large table, a few couples, a few obvious American tourists, and quite a few Italians you maybe will get the picture. The fact that the restaurant had been chosen by so many Italians themselves appeared to augur well for the quality of the food. To the strains of catchy Italian music, we ordered main courses of chicken carbonara, arrabiata (penne pasta in tomato sauce with chillis), spaghetti bolognese and cannelloni which was filled with riccota cheese and spinach. We decided not to have any of the variety of pizzas or fish and chicken courses which were also available. Portions of garlic bread completed our main course. The food was truly wonderful and it wasn't long before we felt the need to order another bottle of Soave to help it on its way. Unfortunately David informed us that the Soave was finished but that he coul
d recommend the Chardonnay which was priced similarly (22 Euros - approx £13) in fact he believed that the Chardonnay was much nicer than the Soave anyway. He was right. It was now well past 10pm and with the first sitting obviously cleared out the staff appeared much more relaxed, the music got turned up and the atmosphere was just as you would wish it for any dinner party of your own. Tables nearby were close enough to exchange smiles and the odd pleasantry with fellow guests but not too close that you could hear every word that was being said. But where was the Big Surprise?? Just as Margaret and I were getting fed up with mocking jibes from our other two friends, we looked up to see all the staff moving en masse to the large table with the family gathering. They then in unison sung "Mama" an Italian song which you will know as soon as you hear it but don't ask yourself how. After a few verses everyone in the restaurant joined in much to the delight of the "Mama" at the table who rose at the end to receive many kisses on both cheeks from David, Daniel, Miguel, Luigi (yes we got to know them all) and the rest of the staff. Everyone was now laughing and smiling and best of friends so not in the least embarrassed when the staff chose at random diners with whom to dance to the many songs which continued one after the other and to an upbeat traditional tempo. Oh back to the food. Well as we were completely full up after our main course we were not really that interested in the dessert menu which was mostly variations on a ready-frozen theme. One of my friends however could not resist the home-made Tiramisu which we all tasted and agreed was of a much higher quality than any Tiramisu we had ever eaten before. But who had time for any more eating when there was dancing to be done with the Italian male staff for whom we were now vying for attention (I know pathetic really). After our coffees which we thought
might be a good idea, David proceeded to bring us all a shot of a cream liqueur known as Crème Alpine. This he informed us was free of charge which made it taste all the nicer if it hadn't been delicious enough already. My two friends who smoke were now getting a bit fed up with having to constantly nip to the Ladies for fixes of nicotine especially when one of them almost missed the samba around the restaurant and out to the pavement outside (you should have seen the looks we got). We enquired from David if we could possibly be re-seated in the smoking area. This proved to be no problem whatsover and had the extra bonus of enabling us to have an even better view of the bar and staff. Miguel who was serving behind the bar came over to chat and then insisted (oh how we protested) with providing us with many more shots of the Crème Alpine. After our fourth round we decided we had better get the bill in case we got a nasty surprise. We did get a surprise but not a nasty one - our 2 starters, 4 main courses, what was now 3 bottles of wine, 1 dessert and 2 capaccinos came to the grand total of 85 Euros (about £54). Service charge had not been included. Absolutely delighted we ordered another bottle of wine and settled down once more to enjoy the entertainment. It was almost 2am before we thought we should leave before one of our party (who shall remain nameless) professed undying love for Miguel who had danced with her once too often much to the chagrin of some others. Walking home to our hotel we re-lived our night over and over again and agreed that it had been one of the best restaurants we had ever visited for a night's entertainment. So if you are interested in a really good night in Dublin and want to experience a wonderful Italian atmosphere coupled with relatively cheap, high quality food and lovely wine, Boccaccio is a must. The waiters aren't half bad looking either and if you spot a few ravishingly alluring fema
les that'll be me and my mates!