Bellagio in Dublin

Lovely restaurant and great service, The food is first class 🙏

Behold Mario! He grew among the ursid folk in the thin air and thickets; there, with that reigning bird-of-Jove circling o'er did he find an appetite for the eye that sees the frost of peaks. Mario with his eagle and ursids took of the eternal tree's overflowing sap. Eternally-recurring, eternally-returning is this tree! Like the rising-falling sun, this tree too becomes weary of its plenitude and seeks to send forth its wonders, so they might prosper through the workings of another beast. O what would this tree be without Mario, his eagle and his ursids! Without their yearning snouts gazing upon its sky-reaching stature! Behold! Mario too becomes weary of his abundance! Like a hive that has gathered to much honey – he needs cupped hands outstretched to take it! He: the cup that wants to overflow! He: Mario! shall send pouring his light 'til the hungry revel in their plenty, and the wise in their folly! Thus began Mario's downgoing, to the town named 'Piety'. When Mario arrived in the valley village with his pots and pans and plants a plenty, the people thought him strange and unsettling. They turned their shoulders to him and huddling in their heaps they muttered thus to one another, and blinked: 'Who is this vile cook who comes from the Ursid peaks?... where those bilious bruins dwell...', 'Yes who! Who is this fool who laughs behind his pots of sanguine sauce? Who dances with his pans, as though instead of pans they were indeed musicians?'. Then an elder near the centre of the huddle piped up, ''And those pots you see, they do not cook our Pious stew. He cooks a stew quite different, Nay! in fact! it is no stew! Let alone a Pious one!' Thus spoke the elder, blinking. And with this the disgruntled mass of Pious folk departed from that scene with a sententious sense of accomplishment. Come evening, when the town had grown tired of its labours, and was quite dormant, a few Piousites with keen nostrils, snook about the town of Piety. Dipping from inky shadow to shadow, they followed that new and curious scent, 'til at longsolast they found Mario at his work, roasting a great boar on his Olympic flame. In raucous frenzy, they greeted this strange foreigner, making Mario merry gifts of herbs and liquors. A set of drunken carpenters carried forth a table long and sturdy, and the potters came clinking down the lane with plates round and fat. All was jovial and drunken! Articulating the senseless sound and merriment, a composed Piousite thumped the hem of her blouse, and spoke thus, 'Noble Stranger! Long have we, in this town of Piety, eaten of boiled meats and valley stew, which neither settle nor discomfort the body. And Long! Long have i longed for a fatty proliferation! For a great abundance! For an impious indulgence! a dance! and a bowl of something flavourful! We beseech of you, O strange chef, a great feast!' And thus began the banquet!

This Danilo dude made me a vegetarian pizza last Saturday. It was truly a delicious thing, were I a pantheonic goddess of the Helens, I’d grant him eternal good fortune... instead I left a tip of €3.65c... alas... I prefer my vegetarian pizza without olives because they are vile and evil things... but alas, I forgot to mention this on the phone, yet! Danilo (with his vast sagacity) knew of my inclinations, and winking, presented me with an olive-less pizza. That devil! By Jove! how did he know? This question nagged at me (like the rotten taste of olives) and sent me ‘round the local town in search of some provisional answer; which was given me quite politely and succinctly by dapper gentleman, as he entered his shiny vehicle. The Gentleman Spake Thus: “Word on the streets (the dingy-dank and dirty streets of Terenure) says there be a shining chef who gave away his hair for all the knowledge the world has made. A Faustian deal! Within this marvellous pizza-making chef (whose beard is sharp as his wits) there (supposedly) live a million minds of past times: Wittgenstein, Weber, Virginia Wolff, Nietzsche, Kant, and many names seldom printed but brilliant all the same, and on and on and more and more his knowledge spills from every pore! (so say the streets!....)” Then off he sped, pressing his silken-suede loafers ‘gainst the pedals of his beemer. In short: this belle-Bellagio pizzaiòlo, known by some as «L' Egregio Signor Danilo Rompapalle», is a sage, a mystic, and a truth-seer (nay a truth sayer!); and I, Falka Kestrel (who flies about the pretty shores of Wexford) have written him some questions. In responding, Danilo will surely prove his wisdom. Should he answer, the people shall know what he knows, and the world will be better. My questions are as follows: Dear Danilo, Do dabbling dilettantish dandies dine despicably? devastating dishes? devouring diners’ dinners? destroying deserts? demolishing dates? downrightly displaying differencelessness? Did Descartes’s diaries diffuse disinformation? devilishly demonic doxa, downplaying divinity? distastefully disrespecting divine doctrine? During Dostoyevsky’s days did dangerous desolate deserts drift disinterestedly? did Dublin drown? Daily; does Domenico discreetly devour dogs' dens, darling diamonds, disbelieving dames, despairing dudes, diplomatic dictators? domestic districts, drums, dice, drug dealers, dumbbells, doers, deities, drills, diverting drains, dinosaurs, dragons, diesel, donkeys? dedicated disciplined doctors, decadent dreamers? Did Domenico disastrously defecate? Do dogs deceive? Do dachshunds drink dry daiquiris? Do dirty drunkards dupe ducks during dizzy daytimes? Did Dithyrambic Dionysus disseminate disguises? Does dear doctor Danilo despise disinterest? Dein Diener, Falka Kestrel

Good portion sizes and amazing service, thanks Ricardo

Oh! By god! Dio Mio! Dio santo! Divination! Sacred Bliss! Pizza du Mario! By God! Tender as nonna's embrace! Noble as a paladin! Forgetful and free-spirited! May all dyspeptics tremble before the fluid labours of Mario: il miglior' fabbro! With the steady hands of sculptor (dough be his clay, the earth with which he moulds some meaning), Mario grasps the groundless strands of flailing existential despair and braids them, twirls them, spins them into something tangible, a meal to rest the beating heart, to give it abundance(!), a language of sensation, something to point to! Something to speak to and say: "in this, and with this I want to live! Amor Cibo! Let that be my love from now on! This shall be my constitution! That which fills my bones, my breast and pumping brain! With this meal I eat all that is necessary and beautiful, all that breaks its banks, all that sees beyond and overcomes! In leaps and nimble charm, in cheerful joyous motions I'll eat of this pizza and create myself anew! Mario! like a bee who has collected too much honey, you outpour your gleeful wealth, and for that I am thankful! Behold! Behold the coming of the new age! A nutrition! and a flourishing! The body moves with an ease, with an eager lightness of being, every friction has been resolved, and one feels the rippling motion of a wave, a going under, a going over, a sinking and a re-emergence! A seemingly ceaseless undulation!" Alas This is the effect of a Bellagio pizza made by chef Mario. A life-affirming intoxication, a Dionysian revelry! An exhalation of unbroken effect! Most suitably paired with a bottle of white.

Easily the best Italian restaurant in the Terenure/D6 area. Very bright and spacious, varied menu and friendly helpful staff. The food was superb - we were a party of 7 so had a wide variety of dishes. The pizza was excellent, as was the Pollo al Funghi and Lamb Shank. The calamari starter was also perfect. The dessert menu is worth it especially the Tiramisu and gelato selection.

I tried the best Bolognese pasta at this restaurant and highly recommend it. If you’re looking for a nice place to enjoy a date with your partner, the atmosphere is pleasant and welcoming. The prices are nice considering the quality of the food.

dined in bellagios many times the last few visits the food is no longer fantastic very bland main course cold has become so over priced one very annoying thing the chef kept banging the bell for service non stop non stop non stop very off putting

We had pasta and risotto which was amazing. Nice and tidy place ,staff really friendly ,really helpful if you need explanation for some of the dishes. They are open to make changes for your meal that you get exactly what you like. Definitely we coming back!