Grano in Dublin

10/08/2026: Good portion sizes and amazing service, thanks Ricardo

30/07/2026: 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.