There was a place between Wexford & Harcourt St (opposite the Casino) that used to specialise in roaster dinners for the guards. Used to be packed full of them every lunch time.
Gerrys
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Fired into a microwave and coming out piping hot
There was also a greasy spoon cafe where Juniors is now that did a savage fry up for hungover office workers back in the day 
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It reads like an emptyhead Muldoon heat map …
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It was beside the Casino I thought. Proper greasy spoon. Twas often a staple stop off on the way to Croke Park when I lived in South Dublin. Great lining to have before sinking pints and embarking on the Quinns, Flannerys & Coppers trifecta - all with the match programme sticking out of the left arse pocket. #roaster
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There’s casinos on both sides of the road there.
I think Gerrys only closed during Covid.
You’re right. I think the one on Gerrys side was mainly roulette and blackjack and the one across the road was poker. Not that I’d have ever been in either of them 
The Collosus was handy when you couldnt get a taxi
Jesus I ate in there once everything microwaved to nuclear temperature. Absolutely rank.
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I passed the ruins of the this place the last time I was up around that side of town. You could still nearly smell the grease off the place
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Graham’s Grill was a noble spot too. Had a few places dotted around town - baggot st, off Dawson st and somewhere else. Great for soakage on Friday lunchtime after you sacked off ACCA lectures in DBS on a Thursday evening and barrelled into Temple Bar instead to greet the first batch of English oul ones from Darlington, Hull and Grimsby wearing cheap Sure deodorant arriving that weekend
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Was hard get past big Joe mcnally on the door back in the day …
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#winning
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when I was 19, I told UL I was doing co-op as a manager in a cafe in Limk (unknown to UL, it was owned by my ma) and instead worked for 6 months behind the bar in Fitzsimons. That weekly conveyor belt of English hens was something else for a horny 19 year old learning the ropes!
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Fish in a barrel son. Also happy to have a rattle early doors and head back out drinking after 10 mins of foreplay/action.
A great country
Was magic. Even met a few again when heading to UK for matches for another go/free board for a night.
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English bints were way more progressive back in the day, especially when there was a Robbie Williams concert or something. Irish ladies wern’t long catching up in fairness
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Westlife gigs! They used come over for it to see them play in Ireland and be absolutely hounding for it after the gig. Nuts
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Ditto cheltenham