8, Parliament Street,
Dublin 2
Calling your ‘café bistro’ The Larder might be thought to be asking for trouble. In the hands of the punny people, it could invite all sorts of jokes about old Eastern-bloc cars that hardly get going. Or, if items from their small menu were not available, the critic could talk of the Larder being bare. Or a venomous pen could just drop the last syllable and describe it as as appetising as – you get the idea. But, either Dublin’s foodies are more generous in spirit than inventive in prose, or they really have found a Larder they like to raid early and often. As the clippings pinned up at the bottom of the restaurant’s stairs, next to the loos, testify, the reviews have rhapsodied rather than wrapped the place over the knuckles.
I was there alone on a Sunday evening, so I was digesting the scene as well as the food. The room was only half-full, and the clientele, enjoying a relaxed end of the weekend, seem mainly to be intent on comfort food, with rib-eye steak being the most frequent order. I chose instead from the day’s specials and started with sautéed duck’s liver. There was something uncompromising about how the meat was cooked: it had both its crumbly texture but also its natural bitterness, with no attempt to downplay it. The sharpness, though, was off-set by the subtle sweetness of the brioche on which it sat, and the accompaniment of pear chutney pleasingly rounded out and rounded off the taste.
For the main course, there was what was termed beef cheek – a demonstration of how between the two sides of the Irish Sea English changes its lilt and phrasing. A theme emerged: as with the starter, the delight of the taste came not with the meat – the ox cheek was tender to disintegration but had little depth – but with its accoutrements. In this case, the classic addition of a well-judged horseradish sauce made the dish. The one false step was the vegetable: crushed baby potato with black olives, where olives had been steeped too long in brine, and perhaps as compensation the potato had been cooked unsalted. Coming shaped like a small rugby ball, the result was less successful than the national team’s recent performance in the Six Nations.
My meal, with two glasses of wine, came to €40. It was undoubtedly reasonable, but was expensive in comparison to some of the offers. Steak proved a best-seller not just because it provided comfort food but because it was going for €10. My timing meant I missed the possibility of having the ‘early bird’ special menu, which allows diners to have a meal consisting, for instance, of smoked salmon salad and pork belly for €15 (€18 for three courses). With possibilities like that, the food at The Larder was not just understated, it could be positively underpriced. No wonder the reviewers keep their punitive puns to themselves.