Eddie Rocket's in Dublin

Overall was ok. But, unfortunately, the Indian guy who served me, added 10% tips on the top of my bill without my consent. Just realised after I paid when I double checked the prices of the food I ordered. I wouldn’t mind giving some tips, but adding it without letting me know didn’t feel right to me. I wouldn’t be back because of that attitude. I don’t know if they always do that to people but I’d advise everyone to double check if the prices are right.

Perfect place to eat a burger or breaded chicken! Good product, good service! Top!

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a particularly enjoyable experience. The food was just okay, but there were a few issues that took away from the overall visit. I could see my buffalo wings, onion rings, and chips sitting under the heat lamp for over 7 minutes while my burger was still being cooked. As a result, the wings were slightly dry, and the onion rings and chips arrived cold and quite stodgy. I had to wait around 10 minutes for my drink after my food was served. I ordered the Jalapeño Popper burger, which had a generous amount of Frank’s RedHot sauce on the base. While I enjoy a bit of heat, the sauce had soaked into the bottom of the bun, making it soggy and unpleasant to eat. While I do enjoy places like McDonald’s and Burger King, I felt this particular restaurant might appeal more to those who are looking for large portions of comfort food rather than balanced quality. It was fine for what it was, but I think there are definitely better options in the area.

Eddie Rockets. The name alone conjures up images of chrome diners, leather booths, and jukeboxes belting out Elvis at full tilt. In Dublin, it’s the fast-food altar of all things faux-American, where nostalgia meets melted cheese and everything comes with a side of guilt. Anne Street’s branch is right in the belly of the city – and it wants you to believe you’re stepping into a 1950s Midwest daydream. And in some ways, you are. That tell-tale smell of deep-fried dreams hits you the moment you walk in. But so does the faint whiff of damp vinyl and something not far removed from despair. Still, you’re not here for the ambience. You’re here for the meat. I ordered the M50 burger. A name that conjures tailbacks, concrete, and existential dread. But what arrived was anything but. It was an unapologetic tower of beef – thick, juicy, and charred just enough to remind you this is real, honest-to-god cow. It came dripping with molten cheese, stacked high with pickles and onions that snapped with every bite, all squashed into a bun that somehow held together despite the structural carnage inside. It didn’t need finesse. It had flavour – the kind that makes you lean back and let out an involuntary grunt of satisfaction. The chips? Hot, crisp, and seasoned with just enough salt and spice to keep you compulsively reaching for more. They didn’t whisper. They shouted. Across the table, my girlfriend took on the Southern Fried Chicken Tenders – golden, rugged strips of chicken breast that crunched audibly under the fork. None of that spongey, suspicious stuff you get in lesser places. These were tender, juicy, and dangerously moreish. She dipped them in sauce and closed her eyes – a sign it’s going well. The vanilla milkshake? It was a thing of beauty. Thick enough to slow traffic, cold as a February morning, and with just the right amount of sweetness. Not the synthetic, saccharine gloop you get in lesser places. This tasted real – as if someone in the back had actually used ice cream instead of a powder mix. And yet, the cracks showed – quite literally. The décor, once gleaming and proud, now looked like it had been in a bar fight. Holes in the wall had been lazily patched, the chairs were torn like they’d been mauled by a pack of sugar-crazed toddlers, and ours was so sticky I feared it might take a shoe as a souvenir. The whole place could do with a deep clean and someone armed with a paint roller and a bit of dignity. The staff were friendly, but not without issue. The woman at the counter, pleasant as she was, had trouble understanding my Irish accent – a surreal moment that ended with the manager translating my burger order in Hindi. Only in Dublin, only at Eddie Rockets. But despite the chaos, the grime, and the lost-in-translation episode, the food delivered. It was the kind of meal that leaves your fingers shiny and your soul slightly soothed. It’s not perfect. But it’s tasty, comforting, and if you squint – just for a second – it’s almost charming in its battered, burger-stained glory.

It was a good option earlier , now with higher prices compared to portion size and food given .. unbelievable .. 50 euros for a burger meal , Salad and two drinks ! .. come on … am no more a fan of this place

No complaints. Perfect post pub food.

Eddie Rocket's is a clean and spacious diner-style restaurant located in a busy area of the city. The large seating area makes it a comfortable choice, especially if you're coming with shopping bags or a group of friends. The music selection is great, creating a nostalgic, upbeat vibe that adds to the overall atmosphere—lively, but not too loud, so you can still enjoy a proper conversation. One thing I appreciate is that they offer both alcoholic and non-alcoholic drinks, which is convenient for groups with different preferences. Whether you want a beer or just a soft drink, you’re covered. The menu features classic fast-food-style items like burgers, fries, and a variety of basket meals, each offering a selection of items. The prices are fair—not especially cheap, but reasonable for the quality and portion sizes. The food is OK, comparing to the price. Another small but thoughtful touch is that sauces and tissue packs are already on the table, so you don’t need to ask for them each time—which is really convenient and appreciated. There are a few areas for improvement: 1. Air conditioning – At times, the air inside can feel a bit heavy or stuffy. Improving ventilation or airflow would make the space feel fresher and more comfortable. 2. Mosquito control – Especially during certain seasons, Grafton Street can get swarmed with mosquitoes, and unfortunately, some make their way into the restaurant. It would be helpful if Eddie Rocket’s could look into ways to reduce this—like adding screens or other deterrents. All in all, Eddie Rocket’s is a solid spot for a casual meal, good music, and a relaxed chat. With a few small improvements, it could be an even better experience.

Burgers are great, especially the sauce, definitely worth a visit, I also find the 60s atmosphere casual.

Lovely as always chicken filet burger , cheese fries which are to die for honestly the melted cheese is the reason i come back time and again.

Very tasty food, quickly made and served with a smile on their faces! They were very welcoming as we came in and were very kind to my wife and kids. Definitely recommend, especially this branch!