Been here a few times and unfortunately it has never really impressed. The food has become quite overpriced for what you receive albeit tasty. Small-medium sized burger alone costs €~15 and fries an extra €6.
Rating for the atmosphere and aesthetic was low possibly due to time of day, brunch on a Tuesday.
The main positive is the team working here; they were very (kid-) friendly although little things were noticed and caused frustration, e.g. only a pepper shaker at our table. Other tables had salt & pepper shakers however they were emptied.
Overall it was a disappointment.
Neil Owens
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27 August 2025
6.0
Fantastic breakfast/brunch spot in Ranelagh. Great atmosphere, fun vibes and really attentive staff. The French Toast is fluffy and crispy and melts in your mouth. The Chorizo Omelette with egg whites is a perfect combo of spicy chorizo and melts cheddar. The other plates that went by to other tables looked fantastic too. Looking forward to going back for more!
Jay Boucher
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23 August 2025
10.0
The Cinnamon Experience 🤣
By someone who knows a good sandwich when he sees one.
Today, I ventured into the leafy battleground of Ranelagh for what can only be described as a high-stakes social experiment: meeting my friend’s new girlfriend for the first time. To balance the equation, I brought my own girlfriend, thereby forming a double-date unit with all the delicate dynamics of a diplomatic summit. Naturally, the stakes were high. First impressions. Social finesse. And, crucially, food.
The restaurant was half full — the sweet spot. Enough atmosphere to prevent awkward silences, but not so rammed that you’re chewing with someone’s coat button in your ear. We snagged a lovely round table, the sort where conversation flows more easily and you're not sat like rigid statues on opposite sides of a plank.
And then the staff arrived. In waves. Like an overzealous coast guard. “Are you ready to order?” “How about now?” “Still not ready?” It’s like they’d placed bets in the kitchen on who could break us first. We were mid-chat, trying to gauge the new girlfriend’s vibe, when one of them asked for the fourth time if we were ready to order. I nearly ordered just to make them go away.
Now, normally I make a beeline for burgers like a heat-seeking missile. But today I was feeling adventurous, so I ordered a club sandwich the size of a shoebox. It arrived oozing sauce with the energy of a collapsing trifle. A glorious mess. Delicious, but not without its consequences. I spent half the meal drowning in club sauce, wiping my beard like I was putting out a kitchen fire. The craic was flying, and so were napkins.
My Italian mate, meanwhile, was enduring a quiet tragedy. He ordered a beef burger and chips. They gave him chicken. Chicken! He looked like he’d been personally betrayed by the chef. There he was, nibbling forlornly at some chips like a Victorian orphan while I was tearing through my sandwich like a man possessed. He tried to play it cool in front of his new flame, but I saw the pain behind his eyes. The man was suffering.
To console myself (and deepen his agony), I ordered two fried eggs on the side. Because if you're going to have lunch, you may as well go full gladiator. The women went for something more delicate — chicken and stuffing, coronation chicken — you know, the polite sandwiches of people trying to appear respectable.
Eventually, the Italian’s correct burger landed. He tucked in, trying to act like he wasn’t ravenous. He even left a few chips on the plate, performing the age-old ritual of pretending to be full for the sake of romantic optics. But I know him. That man doesn’t leave chips. It was a performance.
I, meanwhile, rode gloriously into dessert territory with a slice of carrot cake that was moist, dense, and smugly satisfying. The others watched on as I ate it like a man who knows dessert is the rightful end to any respectable meal.
Now, the staff. Friendly, yes. But once the orders were taken, they vanished into the ether like a magician's assistant. Not so much inattentive as completely absent. Had we caught fire, I doubt anyone would have noticed until the smoke reached the kitchen.
But despite the chaos and a few Oscar-worthy mix-ups, it was a brilliant afternoon. The food hit the spot, the company was tops, and the craic was mighty — the kind of mighty that turns a casual lunch into a story you'll be telling for years.
Just maybe bring a translator for your Italian friend — or possibly a therapist — while he’s mistakenly handed a chicken burger, watches your eggs arrive like royalty, and picks at his chips like a man performing grief through garnish. He wasn’t fooling anyone. Least of all himself.
Mr Farrell
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03 August 2025
8.0
Child friendly with really helpful staff. My toddler was pouring water on the floor and making a mess and both waitresses cleaned it up with big smiles on their faces, so nice!
The pulled pork wrap is lovely and my son enjoyed his sausage and chips.
Lovely strong coffee too!
Dorinda Walsh
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09 June 2025
8.0
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