From Mirabeau to The Unicorn: Recalling liquid lunches of lives past

Lise Hand recalls the heyday of Dublin’s ebullient, decadent dining days.

‘Snagging a lunchtime table was only a slightly less heroic feat than hurling the One Ring into Mount Doom, for there were invariably more celebrities than seats’. Picture: Getty

The publicist was wide-eyed as she recalled the harrowing incident. It was the swinging noughties, she was in Los Angeles to work at some event or other and had arranged to meet an old friend from home for lunch on completion of the assignment. It was, of course, a sunny day in LA and the pair dined al fresco in a chi-chi joint in Bel Air, catching up on news. Neither was in a particular ...