Dublin's Best Brownie And A Devine Brunch - Brother Hubbard Dublin
I've only ever been to Capel Street about 5 times in my life and 3 of those trips involved looking for morning pints in the early house Slatterys (yes they have a website but it is woeful and from 1997) after serious sessions with a bunch of new found friends that I'd encountered around the dregs of a house party. You know the scene where you find yourself in a taxi leading the "party" down to the only early house in town where you and your six lads convince yourself you all have a chance with the one random good looking girl who is also still tagging along but you've conveniently ignored the fact that you puked on your shirt hours ago and you lost a shoe in the hedge back at the house party and are hoping the bouncer won't notice. Safe to say that except the excellent Mushasi my recollections of Capel Street are not the best. I'd arranged to meet my cousin for lunch in Brother Hubbard and after wandering around for 20 minutes I found it between the sex shops, across the road from a mattress "emporium" and just down from the aforementioned Slatterys.
As soon as I stepped inside it was like entering another world. This felt like New York or San Frnasisco. The till was an iPad. The crowd were hip and the decor and tables screamed hipster designer types. Luckily the lads had a seat and had managed to hold it for me despite the death stares from the other customers and staff. A stern little note even said that the tiny table was strictly for 3 or more customers only.
I ordered juice and expected the usual old average shit that most places serve up but this was the freshest and tastiest I'd had in a while in Dublin. No surprise when you take into account that the fruit markets are less than a hundred yards away.
If the juice was good the coffee was a fucking slam dunk and home run all in thrown into one. It was starting to dawn on me that there might be a reason for the rather large queue stretching out the door.
Even something as simple as the toast that was the first thing to arrive on our table was perfection. You'd think anybody could serve decent toast but you'd be surprised how many places make a complete balls of it. This was quality bread and the half melted soft butter was an awesome touch.
Maybe it is just me because I eat out so much but I'm starting to get a serious pain in my hole eating the same thing for brunch everywhere I go. I know its a bit of a first world problem but if I see another eggs benedict or full Irish breakfast I'm going to throw it back in the servers face and tell them to get an imagination. Luckily the guys in Brother Hubbard got that memo and they have a bunch of exciting different dishes including pulled pork with beans and poached eggs and my own spicy eggs with coriander and chorizo.
The flavors here were dancing off the plate. An electric mix that make you want to punch the air and start dancing the Macarena while screaming at the top of your lungs. Sausage and eggs yes but done in a new and exciting way.
Its not often you'll decide to have a dessert with breakfast but as the lads next door looking at the porno DVDs in the window of the sex shop would say "it'd be rude not to". The brownie that came out with a pot of cream and another coffee was melt in the mouth fucking gorgeous. So rich. Such good chocolate. I'd go as far as saying one of the best desserts I've ever eaten in Ireland. Its worth the walk over to Capel street for even one mouthful of this bad boy. If I was getting sent down for life in the local Four Courts I'd make one final escape charge just to get even a lick of that taste again.
If I wasn't clear enough about that with my praise above let me just repeat it...The place is fucking awesome. Get down here immediately. The bill for three of us came to 67 quid which I thought was a massive fucking rip off for breakfast but then I thought about how much food and drink we'd had and the quality of it all and copped myself on and realized that it was actually us ripping them off. You don't often get quality like this in Dublin and we should be thankful for this place. All the people who have been mailing me and tweeting me to get down here you can pat yourselves on the back. You were right. It's the bomb.
The View From Others
I'm only one person eating here on one day so with a view to giving the review a little balance here are some other people who ate there and reviewed it... Sundawy World Style Jump The Seasonal Kitchen Pol She Writes Food