A delicate balance of food, drinks, vibes and velocity. Many have attempted it, many have failed. And yet, for a period of time—whether globally or just within my own social circle—it was the thing to do. The thing to book, to be seen at, to rally the troops for.
It’s hard to say now if it was a trend or just a phase of my own life. The kind of thing that felt immortal while you were in it,. Like that summer where Aperol Spritz was a personality trait.
But when it's good, it's very good. A sacred weekend ritual where you put on your most daytime-adjacent going-out clothes, arrived pretending you weren’t already hanging, and committed to a two-hour window of controlled chaos. The trick is pacing—enough drinks to feel the joy, not so many that you found yourself ordering tequila shots at 1 p.m. The rookies underestimated this. The seasoned pros knew to frontload the drinks early, to sweet-talk the server into topping up the Prosecco efficiently, to time your meal so you weren’t sipping bubbles on an empty stomach.
For a while, bottomless brunch had no real competition. But these days? It’s not the undisputed weekend heavyweight anymore. The rise of Sunday roast culture has given people another form of day drinking—one with gravy and fewer casualties. The girlies who once rode hard for mimosas are now content with a slow afternoon of beef-dripping potatoes and pints of Guinness. No frantic time limits, no bottomless clock ticking down, just a plate of food that can withstand three hours of chat and a debate over whether another round is wise (it is). Or have they just aged into that? It's hard to tell.
Even now bottomless brunch has its loyalists. It's devotees always looking for a vibe to surf and craic to be had. There are people who will never forsake it. People who still believe in the magic of lightly fizzed chaos before 3 p.m. People who will continue to gather, year after year, in dimly lit venues designed to look like New York loft apartments and order “one more round” long after the server has said the deal is over.
The brunch bubble has not burst entirely, so if you're looking get hit the bottomless here's a guide to all the best places pouring mimosas like they're going out of fashion in Dublin right now. Enjoy.
Fade Street, Dublin 2
A stalwart of the Dublin brunch scene, Market Bar does what it does best—big portions, big groups, and big energy. Every weekend, they roll out a bottomless brunch that’s as much about the social spectacle as it is about the food. If you're here, you're not looking for an intimate, quiet affair—you’re looking for jugs of sangria, solid Mediterranean plates, and the kind of crowd that could turn Sunday afternoon into Sunday night.
Go for? Bottomless brunch the way God (or at least, Dublin) intended.
Essex Street East, Temple Bar, Dublin 2
A drag brunch with serious production value. Hosted by some of Ireland’s top queens, Roberta’s Absolut Drag Brunch is a proper ticketed event—so you’re guaranteed a seat rather than battling for space in a free-for-all. Expect lip-syncs, audience participation, and a healthy dose of roasting alongside your bellinis and eggs benny.
Go for? Mimosas with a side of absolute carnage.
Francis Street, Dublin 8
€30 for bottomless brunch? In this economy? You only need two drinks to break even, and let’s be honest, you’ll be having more than that. The food is solid, the drinks flow freely, and the vibe is that sweet spot between casual and chaotic.
Go for? Maximum value for minimum effort.
Drury Street, Dublin 2
Saturday and Sunday from 12:00, Zozimus serves up brunch with a side of stylish mellenial minimalism. This is one of those places that somehow makes avocado toast feel like an event. The drinks keep coming, the food is sharp and modern, and you’ll leave feeling like you’ve done something vaguely wholesome despite the fact that you’re slightly buzzed by 2pm.
Go for? A brunch that feels cool without trying too hard.
Ranelagh, Dublin 6
The Ranelagh classic does a weekend brunch (including bank holidays, because some people have real jobs) that sticks to the formula—great eggs, solid burgers, and an unpretentious take on the whole bottomless drinks situation. There’s no gimmick here, just well-executed brunch in a space that feels comfortably upscale without being intimidating.
Go for? A safe bet when your brunch crew includes at least one fussy eater.
Francis Street, Dublin 8
Possibly the only spot in Ireland offering bottomless pints of Harp, and if that alone doesn’t intrigue you, then their rotating lineup of themed brunch events will. Every Saturday and Sunday, expect a soundtrack of ’90s pop vs. R&B, Britney vs. Spice Girls, and other deeply nostalgic bangers. The pizza comes courtesy of Dublin Pizza Company, which means it’s actually good.
Go for? Pure chaos, nostalgia, and unlimited Harp.
Temple Bar, Dublin 2
Set above the madness of Temple Bar, Cleaver East is where you go if you want to do bottomless brunch but still pretend you have your life together. The menu is stacked—from short rib tacos to buttermilk chicken and waffles—and the drinks keep flowing for a solid 1hr 45mins. Bonus points for the pineapple mimosas.
Go for? A classy(ish) take on bottomless brunch.
Parliament Street, Dublin 2
One of Dublin’s OG bottomless brunch spots, and they’ve got it down to a science. The lobster roll is the star of the show, but the duck wings, buttermilk fried chicken, and cajun chicken quesadilla all deserve a shout. Loud music, laid-back service, and a solid atmosphere—this is brunch that knows exactly what it’s doing.
Go for? A rowdy, seafood-adjacent feast.
Terenure Road East, Dublin 6W
Tex-Mex meets California chill at this intimate little spot. The bottomless drinks include prosecco, beers, sparkling rosé, and seltzers (yes, seltzers), making it one of the more interesting options in town. The menu leans heavily into tacos, breakfast burritos, and cheesecake pancakes—so come hungry.
Go for? The closest thing to a West Coast brunch in Dublin.
Aungier Street, Dublin 2
Bow Lane doesn’t mess around. Resident drag queen M I Z Z A leads a bottomless brunch that’s as much about performance as it is about the food. The menu is small but well thought-out (smash burgers, chicken tenders, eggs benny). The drinks are practically limitless. Staff will keep your glass full, no matter how many times you think “Ah sure, I’ll pace myself.”
Go for? A bottomless brunch that actually feels bottomless.
Aungier Street & Terenure, Dublin
For something a little different, Chimac does bottomless frosé and Korean fried chicken every Sunday. For €29, you get 90 minutes of icy pink slushie goodness, plus a choice of their proper good Korean chicken. If you’ve never paired brain freeze with a fried chicken sando before, now’s your chance.
Go for? Frozen cocktails and fried chicken. Enough said.
South Great George’s Street, Dublin 2
One of the priciest options at €47 a head, but you’re paying for the setting as much as the drinks. A dark, moody, exposed-brick haven, perfect for those who want a side of industrial chic with their huevos rotos and spicy chicken waffles. The cocktail selection is solid—margaritas, spritzes, and more.
Go for? Bottomless brunch in your effortlessly cool era.
Baggot Street, Dublin 2
Hidden away in a basement, Bobby’s is the relaxed, grown-up answer to bottomless brunch. Instead of mimosas, you’re getting bottomless prosecco, rosé, white or red wine, or Peroni for €39.50. The menu is classic and unfussy, and the whole experience feels like a laid-back long lunch rather than a race against the clock.
Go for? Bottomless brunch without the chaos.
Camden Street, Dublin 2
Tapas and bottomless Cava, Sangria or Cerveza!? This feels like cheating, but we’ll allow it. The Port House offers a brunch board with everything from banana pancakes to patas bravas and the usual savoury options. It’s low-key, a little bit unexpected, and probably the closest you’ll get to pretending you're in Barcelona while doing bottomless brunch in Dublin.
Go for? A tapas-fuelled cava session.
