Carlingford Oysters
€16Six on ice, shucked to order, with a shallot vinegar that has not changed since we opened.
- Gluten free
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To begin
Small plates built to be shared, or not — we understand either way.
Six on ice, shucked to order, with a shallot vinegar that has not changed since we opened.
Hand-dived, caramelised hard on one side only, with black pudding and a cider butter.
Hand-cut fillet, cured egg yolk, and enough mustard to wake the whole table up.
Puglian burrata torn over tomatoes picked that morning, basil oil, aged balsamic.
From the pass
Made each morning from what the market had that day.
Six hours of shells, brandy and cream, poured at the table over picked white crab.
Sweet, dense and entirely plant-based, with pumpkin seed oil drawn across the top.
Onions cooked down for three hours, dark beef stock, a raft of cheese on top.
Garden
Leaves from Ballymaloe growers, dressed to order.
Anchovy, raw egg yolk and Parmesan emulsified to order. No bottle involved.
Beets baked in salt until they taste of the earth they came from.
Freekeh, tenderstem blackened over the coals, tahini loosened with lemon.
The hearth
Ninety seconds at 450°C in the oven by the window.
Three ingredients with nowhere to hide. The dough is 72 hours old.
Spreadable Calabrian salami, hot from the oven, cut with a thread of raw honey.
No tomato. Just cream, four kinds of mushroom, and truffle shaved at the table.
Rolled daily
Bronze-cut and hung in the pasta room before service.
Shin and short rib cooked down for five hours until the sauce clings without help.
Thin enough to see the filling through. Brown butter, sage, a rasp of lemon.
Carnaroli, stirred the whole eighteen minutes, loose enough to move on the plate.
From the pier
Landed at Union Hall and Castletownbere, driven straight to us.
The finest fish in these waters, roasted whole on the bone and carved at the table.
Firm, sweet monkfish in a broth built from the same day’s shells.
Split, grilled over oak, and finished with butter that runs into every corner of the shell.
Over embers
Irish beef, dry-aged 42 days, grilled over Irish oak.
Forty-two days in the ageing room. Grilled over oak and rested as long as it cooked.
The tender one. Peppercorn sauce made in the pan it was cooked in.
Carved at the table with béarnaise, marrow, and something to argue over.
Late menu
Ground in-house each morning. Served until close.
Chuck and short rib ground each morning, aged Coolea, and a bun we bake ourselves.
Brined overnight, fried to order, hot sauce and slaw doing the heavy lifting.
Built to be a good burger, not an apology for one.
This week
What excited the kitchen this week. It changes without warning.
Grass-fed, herb-crusted, pink through the middle and not open to negotiation.
Skin rendered until it shatters, meat left properly rare, sour cherries to cut it.
Twelve hours at low heat, then blasted for crackling that carries across the room.
To finish
The pastry section works to its own clock. Worth the wait.
Seventy per cent Valrhona, salted caramel centre, fourteen minutes from order to table.
Barely set, sharp with buttermilk, poached rhubarb spooned over the top.
Caramelised almost to the point of worry, molten in the middle.
The bar
Classics kept honest, and a few of our own.
Eight weeks in an oak cask behind the bar. Softer, rounder, still bitter where it counts.
Irish single pot still under a cloche of applewood smoke, released at the table.
Cucumber, dill and a whisper of dry vermouth. Cold enough to hurt.
The cellar
Four hundred labels downstairs. These are the ones we push.
Flint, lemon and sea air. The glass we pour more of than any other.
Tar, roses and grip. Give it twenty minutes and it opens like a door.
From one family, one village, one year they thought was good enough.
Irish & rare
Poured at room temperature, water on the side, no ice unless asked.
Oily, spiced and unmistakably Irish. The one we hand to people who say they don’t like whiskey.
Smoke, iodine and a long salt finish. Not for everyone, and that is the point.
After
Roasted in Cork, ground to order.
Roasted eight kilometres from this room, ground the second you order it.
Double ristretto, milk stretched to silk, no foam to speak of.
No alcohol
Made in the bar, not opened from a bottle.
Pressed each morning, sweetened with a thyme syrup made in the same pot.
All of the bitterness, none of the morning after.
Under 12
Smaller plates, same kitchen, no compromise.
A six-inch version of the real thing, from the same oven.
Fresh pasta, good butter, Parmesan on the side. Nothing hidden in it.
Whatever came in that morning, grilled rather than fried, with proper chips.
Or let the kitchen decide
Five courses written the afternoon they are served. Add the cellar pairing for €65 and the sommelier will bring a glass to each one.
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Allergens
Every dish above lists its allergens in full. Across the whole menu we declare: Celery, Crustaceans, Egg, Fish, Gluten, Milk, Molluscs, Mustard, Nuts, Sesame, Soya, Sulphites. Our kitchen handles all of these in one room, so we cannot promise zero trace — but tell us when you book and the kitchen will have a plan before you arrive.
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